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S2 Ch 4 - The Beantown Bailout Job
Series Rewrite Masterlist 
Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader
Description: The team is reunited in Boston and help a father-daughter pair with the mob.
Words: 5498
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I woke up a little earlier than I normally do, got dressed and walked across the hall. I entered with my spare key and started making breakfast and coffee. 
After the whole deal with Blackpoole, Nate was looking for a fresh start, and he decided that that would look like living close to me in Boston. He stayed with me for a few weeks while he got his stuff in order, and then the condo across the hall opened up. He decided to stay close. I didn’t mind, it meant I could keep an eye on him, make sure he was doing okay, especially since he stopped drinking, almost cold turkey. 
I heard him walk down the stairs, “what are you doing here?
I looked up to see him in a well pressed suit, “well, it’s your first day at this new job isn’t it?”
I finished up the breakfast I was making right as the coffee maker indicated it was done. I handed them both to him at the counter before dishing myself a plate.
“Thank you, y/n.” He started to sip on his mug, “Do you have work going on today?”
“I’m vetting possible clients, but no projects, why?”
“Just curious. Uh, Sophie has a musical tonight, here in Boston. Do you wanna come with me?”
“Sure, sounds fun.” I halfway entertained the idea of everyone else being there, but the chances of that were slim. But imagining seeing Eliot again was still a bit fun. 
He left shortly after, I finished cleaning up and returned to my own apartment. It was only a few hours later when I heard the door across the hall slam closed. I quickly called Nate.
“Yeah?”
“Was that you that just slammed your door closed?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing back already? It’s not even lunch time.”
“I quit.”
“What?”
“It was just too much.”
I sighed, “Okay.”
“I also helped this girl and her dad get out of a car wreck.”
“What?!”
“I’m a bit worried about them, something seems off. I might go visit them in the hospital again sometime…”
“Okay…”
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay.”
The things this man gets himself into…
He knocked on my door that evening, walking in when I called him. I looked at the outfit he was wearing and looked at my own to see we were both in a nicer casual.
“Cool, let me grab my keys.”
We arrived at the theater with plenty of time to spare. As we looked around the opening foyer I heard a voice at the front desk.
“Parker. No, just one name.”
I touched Nate’s arm to point out that Parker was here. Soon as we looked around, I saw that the rest of the crew had come as well. We greeted each other before Sophie came out and said hi. 
“I didn’t know you could sing,” Hardison commented to Sophie.
“You know, not as well as I act, but yeah.”
Hardison and Parker made a bit of horrified eye contact that left me confused. Hardison saw this and shook his head as if to say, ‘don’t ask.’
There was an awkward moment between Nate and Sophie before Sophie insisted on us all meeting up afterwards before she dashed off.
I guess it was time for the show.
It was awful, and that’s all that needs to be said. 
We all went to McRory’s pub after the show. Sophie was distraught as Parker rad some of the reviews.
“Never before has a production of The Sound of Music made me root for the Nazis.”
I cringed a bit in sympathy.
Eliot sat down at the bar with Nate, he was surprised that he had stopped drinking, “how do you know about this place then?”
“We rent condos upstairs,” I told him.
“Condos? Plural?”
I looked at Nate, “we each needed our own space.”
Eliot only nodded. 
Sophie stopped Parker, “No there is nothing you can say to make me feel better.”
“I know what can make you feel better. We should steal something.”
Nate opposed. 
“Yes, we could do it together!” Sophie finally seemed excited. 
“I like this. Get right back up on the bike.” Eliot commented
“Bike of crime,” Parker added.
“Didn’t you earlier tell me how great your new lives were?” Nate asked.
“Yeah, well, I stole the Hope Diamond.” Parker said, “Then I put it back. Yeah, because I was bored. Didn’t care.”
“I spent three days hacking the White House email. No buzz.”
“See?” Sophie pointed.
“But we are doing some pretty hinky stuff in Pakistan. Hinky…”
“Look, I’m miserable. They’re miserable…” Sophie said to Nate before asking Eliot, “Okay, what have you been doing the last six months?”
He hesitated, “I was in Pakistan…”
I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged. 
“You… You see what you did?” Hardison asked Nate, “You took the world’s best criminals, hitter, hacker, grifter, thief. You took us and you broke us.”
“No, no. I… What I did, I taught you how to help people. That’s all.” Nate argued.
“Exactly.”
“This is the problem with being the good guy! It gets under your skin.” Eliot explained. 
I just took a sip of my mild drink, watching this all happen.
“Look Nate,” Sophie said, “you have to have some poor little lost soul somewhere who needs a little extra legal aid.”
“Look, we agreed that we would just move on.”
“Yeah, but… we’re thieves!”
“Not me! Look, it was great. It was fun, it was wonderful while it lasted, but, you know, I was drunk for most of the time to be honest with you-”
“But you were good,” Eliot interrupted.
“You were the best.”
“We were the best.”
I smiled over my glass, watching them wear Nate down. This was good for him, they were good for him. 
“Listen, I owe all of you, and I’m very proud of what we did, I really am, but… I got my life back and I intend to keep it that way.”
My smile fell. I tried to stare him down, but Nate was pointedly avoiding eye contact. 
“And I am not a thief.” He stood from the bar and walked out, “it was great to see all of ya. Good night.”
I stood as well, “I’m sorry about him, maybe stick around town for a while? It was nice to see you guys again.”
“Don’t worry about it y/n. It was good to see you too.” Eliot said before everyone else said their goodbyes. 
I caught up to Nate on the stairs.
“‘I got my life back?’ Nate, you don’t know what to do with yourself anymore!”
“Y/n, I’m going straight. I’m gonna get a job, a normal job! I’ll figure it out.”
“You better, because these guys saved you better than I ever could. Don’t throw them away.”
He looked at me, “Okay.”
“Okay, I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late.”
He waved me off as I stepped into my apartment. I contemplated working a bit more, but decided against it and went straight up to my room and crashed. 
The next day I felt bad for what I said. I looked at the clock and figured he would probably be up by now, even if he quit his job. I walked across the hall, but could hear lots of things happening inside Nate’s apartment. 
I knocked on the door and gently pushed it open, sticking my head in. “Nate?”
“Get out of there!” 
“What?” I saw Nate was on the couch and he was looking towards the kitchen. I stepped in further to see that the whole crew was there in Nate’s apartment.
Nate looked over to me and waved me in further into the apartment as if to say, ‘fine, come on in.’
“What are you guys doing here? Get all this stuff out of here, you’re planning something I know it. Come on, get out of my house, out!” Nate got off the couch and started trying to shew the team away.
“Someone tried to kill you last night.”
“What?!” 
Everyone snapped their heads over to me with a slightly guilty expression. 
“I’m fine.”
Eliot turned back to Nate, “What do you want us to do man? You want us to just blow town, let you figure it out?”
“Yes, actually, that’s exactly what I want you to do.”
“Nate.” I gave him a pointed look, “what did we talk about last night? If someone tried to kill you then we’re gonna need some help.”
“We’re nothing y/n, you’re not getting involved with this.”
“Bullcrap, I’m a grown ass woman, and you obviously are acting like a child!”
Sophie interjected, not letting that go too far, “We found the phone number of the hospital in your pocket, Nate. We know what you did. We know you saved that guy’s life and the little girl, and we’re all really proud of you!”
I sat next to Eliot at the table, Parker on my other side, dressed like a nun, as he applauded Nate. 
“Look, nobody else is gonna help that guy and his little girl, okay?” Hardison said seriously, “that’s what we do, we help people.”
Nate just continued to make coffee. 
“By the way, I compared Sophie’s description of your attacker to the accident footage from the security camera.” He typed away at his laptop, “Do you realize that on average, people are caught on security cameras thirteen times a day?”
“That’s crazy,” I commented and Hardison nodded at me. 
“It is crazy, but we can track him…” He trailed off, “I lost him in this.”
I peaked over the table to see the man on camera take papers out of the briefcase he stole from the man in the crash and dash off. 
“Yeah, well, I found this empty briefcase belonging to Matt Kerrigan at that intersection” Eliot told Nate who was becoming more interested. 
“It’s, uh, Boston Commonwealth Bank right?”
“No,” Nate corrected, “First Independent Boston. That’s where Kerrigan works, come on.”
I smiled, Hardison seeming to have the same thought as me. 
“Who’s this guy?” Eliot pointed at the laptop, and I followed where he was pointing. 
“You don’t know, do you? It’s Kerrigan’s boss, that guy, Leary.” Nate brushed off the stares he got from the crew. 
“Well, who’s the other guy?”
“It’s not clear enough for facial recognition.”
“Well the problem is, those two cats went down to the safety deposit boxes.”
Parker stood, “which is the only room in every bank with absolutely no cameras.”
“Which means we up, baby,” Hardison stood and finished his priest outfit to fit with Parker’s nun. “They tried to kill Kerrigan for what was in the briefcase… We’re gonna steal it back.” He continued as the two of them left.
Eliot laughed, “She’s dressed that way because she’s doin’ a con…”
“What, you thought she was dressed like a nun for no reason?” Nate asked.
“It’s Parker,” Eliot pointed out.
“I didn’t question it either Nate,” I raised my hand. Eliot pointed at me appreciatively.
“Well, fair enough,” Nate conceded. “Okay, I want you out of my house, out.” Naate continued after a moment. He explained that he was going to get cleaned up and he wasn’t involved with any of it. He wanted everything out of his house.
After he went up stairs I turned to Sophie and Eliot who were still there, “you guys can stay, if you need to hide from him pop over to my place across the hall.” I stood from the table and walked towards the door, “keep me in the loop please, I wanna know what's going on!”
“We will, y/n, thank you!” Sophie called. 
I heard Eliot mention something about all of Nate’s sports channels before I closed the door behind me. 
It was a few hours later when Sophie called me back over to Nate’s place. I saw that they had really set up shop in his living room, practically begging for his participation. They gave me a quick recap of what happened, Parker and Hardison going to the bank and retrieving the files Kerrigan had, and then Eliot going to the mob’s fake businesses running into some mob people in the process.
Eliot unpacked a duffel, “This is all the stuff I found in the warehouse, in the boxes.”
Clothing and calendars clearly from the ‘80s were tossed around. I laughed as Parker put on a jacket with the largest shoulder pads I had ever seen.
“This stuff hasn’t left the warehouse since the 1980s” Sophie commented. 
“I feel like a robot,” Parker swung her arms around while in the jacket.
“Wait, so if these are supposed to be just fake businesses, how come their financials are so squeaky clean?” Sophie asked. 
I tilted my head and was about to speak when Nate beat me to it. 
“Because they’re fake businesses.” He paused and tried to justify himself a bit before he continued when no one else commented, “Sophie, how do you catch mob guys?”
“Uh, two glasses of Chianti and a story about my grandma in Sicily.”
“How does the government catch mob guys?” He amended.
“Taxes,” multiple people answered.
“Eh, that’s how they got Capone,” Hardison commented.
“That’s how they get everybody,” Sophie added, “they never get you for the crime, they always get you for the taxes. It’s not really fair.”
“So thirty years ago the O’Hares got very smart,” Nate started with his explanation. “You see, they set up all these shell companies: fake sales, fake receipts. They launder all their money through them.”
“And everybody in the family gets a salary,” Hardison realizes. “Yeah, they pay withholding, payroll taxes, pension. It’s all old school.”
“That’s why the businesses are clean,” Eliot adds, “They’re dirty from the inside.”
I found it fascinating how they bounced off each other so easily, it almost seemed like it was rehearsed. Like perhaps they were egging Nate on. 
“Well, yeah, if you have a body in the trunk of your car, you’re gonna drive under the speed limit, aren’t you?” Nate explained. 
“You know, when you’re sober your metaphors get creepier,” Parker tells him.
“I mean, he’s not wrong though.” Everyone turned towards me and I shrugged. 
“But, wait wait,” Hardison interjects, “that still doesn’t explain the last six months of running up bad loans.”
“All from a bank that’s about to close” Sophie mentions. 
“Close?” Nate asked. “No, not close. Get bailed out.” Nate stood from where he was perched on his desk and approached us, “Look, we got a banker in the pocket of the mob. Mob takes out bad loans, cleans out the bank, knowing, three days from now, the government’s gonna come along and then, you know, bail the bank out.”
Eliot sat next to me on the couch as Nate stepped to the front of the group as he explained their operation. I smiled at him and how his knee brushed against mine before turning back to Nate.
“I mean, it’s perfect. You know, I don’t even think it’s illegal. It’s…” He paused, looking out the window before turning back to us, “I mean, if we were gonna do this… this job…”
“Just this one job,” Sophie said.
“Yes, just this one… I mean the con you’d wanna do…”
“Hypothetically,” Hardison added.
“Hypothetically, you know, is the turnabout, of course.”
“Ohh, that is a good one!” Sophie cheers.
I looked back and forth from her to Nate. I have never felt so lost.
“You know, it takes five people to do the turnabout,” Eliot mentions.
“That’s true, there's just four of us,” Sophie said.
“And a half,” Eliot glances at me with a shrug, “just saying.”
I smirked as Nate glared at the two of us.
“One more person, hmm,” Parker eggs a bit.
“Yeah, we gotta scare the banker into turning against the mob,” Nate said contemplatively. “Alright. Alright, we’ll do this job, just this one.”
The rest humbly agreed with him, acting as if it were a surprise.
“Hardison, you and Parker, you’re gonna be on the badge,” Nate directed. “Eliot, sheepdog. Sophie-”
“Ice queen!” She completed.
“And I’m the bag man. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go call a professional killer who tried to murder me and arrange to meet him in an isolated location.”
I slowly raised my hand.
“You are going to stay here. You’ll be lucky if you get to participate in this one.”
I sighed, “Fair… I guess. Can you tell me what a turnabout con is?”
“All in due time.” He walked off, presumably to make his phone call. 
“See that? He did miss us!” Sophie awed.
“More than he’d like to admit, that’s for sure,” I looked at all of them before adding, “but I didn’t tell you that.”
They all smiled and nodded, Hardison making a zipped lips motion.
Everyone got ready for their respective roles, and while I wasn’t involved, they let me out of the apartment to observe, and maybe help a little. I came along with Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. I waited around the corner until Eliot finished his intimidating stare passing by Leary. When he came around the corner, he handed me a few of the mini explosive charges to help place them on the wall of the bank. 
“Hey, this detonator, if I’m around the corner, is it still gonna be in range?” Eliot asked Hardison while we walked away.
“Should be. I haven’t worked out all the kinks yet… Sometimes the things just go off,” Hardison answered.
I blanched a bit, “What?”
Eliot stopped him, “Wait, hey. I thought you said this thing was safe.”
“Mostly. Mostly safe. I was very specific. Sometimes the frequencies get messed up.”
“What frequencies, man? Huh? I got these things in my pants,” Eliot scrambled, reaching into his pockets.
“Like, uh, you know, a garage door opener, a car alarm.”
Just then a woman came out of the bank and accidentally set off her car alarm near us. Eliot and I flinched and I became very aware of the few left over explosives in my hand.
I quickly shoved them into Hardison’s hands, “take them.”
Eliot was still digging them out of his pockets when Parker asked Hardison, “what are the odds that Eliot’s crotch will actually explode?”
“Dammit Hardison,” Eliot exclaimed as he walked off.
I cringed in sympathy while Hardison laughed. He called Sophie to get an update. Everything seemed to be going to plan with Nate and Sophie having an in with the mob and we went to meet them back at Nate’s apartment with the exception of Eliot who would stick around for Leary. He would set off the explosives acting like gunshots once he came out of the bank.
Once Nate came back and it was determined he was no worse for wear, he decided he was going to go visit the Kerrigans.
“Do you want me to come with you?” I asked, while I knew he was much better with hospitals now, it didn’t hurt to have someone with him. 
He contemplated for a second before nodding. 
Once we arrived at the father’s hospital room, we approached the daughter sitting next to him. Nate said hi first and then introduced me to her. I sat next to her with Nate standing on the other side of the bed. 
She was fiddling with a necklace she had on, but stopped when she noticed I had noticed, “Nervous habit.”
I nodded, “what is that?”
She picked it up again to look at it, “St. Brigid. My mother’s name. Dad got it for me after she died.”
“So how are you doing?” Nate asked her after a moment. 
Her face twisted in disappointment, “They say the accident is his fault.”
“No,” Nate quickly replied, “No, now listen, your dad, he found some papers at work, and he was trying to figure out what they meant, and he got a little too close to something…”
“No, but it’s not his fault. It was my fault," she insisted.
I placed my hand on her shoulder, “No, no, it wasn’t your fault.”
“He said something was bothering him at work. I told him to call the police, and now… now they…” she trailed off before speaking again. “There are wolves in the world. That’s what dad says, ‘be careful, Zoe. There are wolves in the world.’”
Nate nodded and circled the bed to crouch next to her, “He was not wrong.”
She grasped her father’s hand, “so the world’s just like this, huh? Bad people do bad things, and they always get away with it. Nobody stops them.”
I looked at Nate who had the same grim look on his face as I did. We stayed for a little bit longer, but it soon came time to get back.
The plan was coming to its final act. Hardison passed out new earbuds while explaining that they were more comfortable and even better than before. I put one in and realized that they were more comfortable than I remembered them. 
“Okay, if this works, our friend Mr. Leary, he goes to the State Police, he runs, he spills his guts. Eliot, make sure he gets there.”
“I’m on it.”
“Wait, Eliot,” Nate called him, looking at me. 
He turned back.
“Take y/n with you. Keep her safe, please. She should be good with surveillance.”
I smiled before following Eliot.
Nate grabbed my arm when I passed, “Be careful.”
“I will.”
We didn’t talk much when watching for Leary. We quickly followed when he got in his car and drove off. Everything seemed to be going great at first. Nate was talking to the O’Hares when Leary started making a few wrong turns if he were going to the police. 
“Eliot, where is he going?”
He grunted, “I don’t know yet.”
Soon he pulled into the harbor and we quickly swung around to the other side before following on foot. 
“Eliot, y/n, is Leary with the cops? We don’t have a lot of room for error,” Nate asked through the comms. 
“Uh, slight problem Nate,” I responded.
“Leary drove down to the waterfront, dumped his car. He’s headin’ right for you.” Eliot tucked me behind him when Leary walked past.
“He was supposed to go to the cops.”
“Well then I don’t know what he’s doing,” Eliot responded to Nate before turning to me. “I’m gonna follow him, you go back to the car, I don’t know what’s going on. Stay safe and out of sight from the mob guys.”
I opened my mouth, but didn’t say anything. I quickly closed it and nodded before turning back towards the car we came in. As much as I wanted to help, I was in way over my head here. On the way to the car, there was a group of mob guys approaching. I quickly ducked behind some junk and debris and held my breath as they passed by my hiding spot. I peeked around to see that there was one who stuck around the area of my escape route. Luckily he was far enough away to not notice me, but if I moved too much, or tried to run, that wasn’t guaranteed. 
I whispered, hoping Hardison was right that the comm would pick it up, “Eliot, be careful, there's mob guys coming your way.”
“Okay, guys, it’s not O’Hare,” I heard Nate through my comm. 
“What?” Sophie asked.
“Uh, no. O’Hare is not the boss is what I’m saying.” 
“No. This whole con was built around O’Hare.” 
“Ooh, they’re probably gonna shoot Nate in the face,” Parker said.
“Uh, Parker, I can hear you.”
I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. I kept peeking around to see that the mob guy was still there, just smoking a cigarette leisurely.  
Parker apologized as Sophie emphasized our predicament. 
“Alright, listen, we’re gonna have to make this one up as we go.”
I listened as Nate talked to O’Hare and Leary, trying to smooth over some wrinkles. I peeked out again to see the guy had finished his cigarette and walked off in the same direction as the previous group. I waited for him to pass and get far enough away before dashing off to the car. Luckily there was nobody else in the way of me getting further from the warehouse. I slipped in the car with a sigh of relief and locked myself in. I eagerly listened to my comm to find out what was going on.
There was some grunting and rustling that seemed to come from Eliot, “Alright, alright!”
“Eliot?” I asked, “Are you okay?”
I only heard an intentional hum in reply before Eliot whispered to someone, “You better know what you’re doing.”
There was a beat before Nate called, “Hey, hey, he’s got a state trooper badge!”
I could hear other people talking, but not what they were saying before Eliot whispered a “woah.”
Then I heard more clearly from O’Hare, “you kill him. I fixed Kerrigan’s breaks, I’m not killing a cop!”
“Look, you screwed up Kerrigan!” Leary replied. 
“No, uh, he’s right. You’re right. He’s-” Nate stuttered along before he was cut off by what sounded like gunshots.
I yelled, “Nate? Eliot? Guys, what’s going on?!”
Hardison responded in my ear, “it’s all good, just stay put, we got this.”
Sophie started speaking in character, “has he got a wire? Come on Ford, get with it! Check him for a wire!”
I sighed in relief, they’ve got this.
“Yes, right on it,” Nate responded.
“This isn’t how we do it in Boston,” I heard O’Hare say.
“Really? This is exactly how we do it in London, except we usually use a razor blade.”
I shivered at the connotation, Sophie could be scary while in character.
“No wire… He has his cellphone though!” Nate called. 
“Hit redial, see who he called,” Sophie said to Leary once he said there was no speed dial number saved. “Leary, right? Annie Kroy,” Sophie introduced herself, “nice little number with the banks there. It’s a shame the rest of your operation’s a bit of a balls-up.”
I heard someone’s phone ringing before Leary asked, “O’Hare? Why was a cop’s last phone call to you?”
I was confused too, I thought back and Eliot never called O’Hare. I realized though, that Nate was supposed to call O’Hare after Eliot and I left. Nate must have given them his phone instead!
“This is… This is a setup,” O’Hare tried to explain. 
“How is this a setup?” Leary asked. “She shot the cop.”
“Yeah, and he’s the one that dialed the phone,” Sophie added. 
“You didn’t want us to shoot him either, did you?” Leary accused, “Why, did you know him?”
“It wasn’t like that! Come on, you know I was in this thing from the beginning.” 
I smiled hearing them bicker and turn on each other. This team sure does know how to create chaos.
“Why… why would I be involved?”
Leary called for his people to follow him, so I assumed O’Hare ran away. 
Eliot stashed the car in a spot where I could see Hardison and Parker peel around the corner towards the warehouse where it sounded like they picked up O’Hare. I listened as they got O’Hare to admit to the bank fraud, Leary’s part in it, as well as the Kerrigan hit.
“Yes!” I cheered, “Hardison, did you record that?”
I heard it played back in my ear as a confirmation.
“Those were the state cops who questioned me!” Leary was back in the warehouse, supposedly with Sophie and Nate.
“Well, do they got any evidence?” Sophie asked.
“No, no, nothing real, just O’Hare’s word against mine.”
“And no documents?”
“No. No, no, I have those. But Kerrigan saw them.”
“And there’s just one problem,” Nate said, “we’re screwed if he wakes up.”
“He won’t,” Leary replied, “Kerrigan’s the last loose end. I’ll take care of him myself.”
“Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, wait. What about him?”
“Him? Hey, I never touched him. Your fingerprints are all over him. I’ll clean up my mess, you clean up yours.”
I scoffed at how much of a scummy guy Leary was, “Did he really just say that?”
“Afraid so, y/n,” Nate replied. “So, how’d you do it?”
I heard a grunt from Eliot, “Detonator… Ketchup.”
“Ah, the classics.”
“Is that what those gunshots were?” I asked.
“Yes, dear, Eliot had a lovely death scene,” Sophie answered excitedly.
Eliot met me back at the car, sliding into the driver's seat.
“Are you okay?” I asked one more time.
He smiled at me, “Yeah, I might be a little sore, but fine.” He looked down at his chest, “need a new shirt though.” 
I looked at his shirt, and sure enough, he had holes and ketchup everywhere causing me to laugh.
“Were you okay?” He asked me as he put the car in drive.
“Yeah, just had to play hide and seek with some mob guys before getting here, but all good. I was entertained listening to the whole affair from here.”
He rolled his eyes with a smirk as we drove back to the apartment. 
It was a few days later when Kerrigan was well enough to come into the pub where Nate handed over a check. It was from the IRS for Kerrigan finding the tax fraud. He thanked us and started to walk away, but Zoe stayed for a moment. 
She hugged me and then Nate, thanking us as well. “There are wolves in the world,” she said while looking at all of us, “but sometimes they’re the good guys, I guess.” She took Nate’s hand and placed what I saw was her necklace in it.
Nate admired it after she walked away.
“Still your last job?” Sophie asked him.
“Well, uh, maybe, um” Nate stumbled over his words, “I mean, you know, until I find a job I like enough, you know, to stay out of the bars.”
“Idle hands are the devil’s workshop,” Hardison said.
“And then I’m out, I’m done.”
The others agreed half heartedly, as if they didn’t believe him. For the record, I didn’t either. Eliot, Parker, and Hardison left, and I followed shortly after, leaving Nate and Sophie alone. It was a crazy life they all led, and I couldn’t help but think I couldn’t wait until the next time.
I climbed the stairs and glanced at Nate’s door to see it slightly ajar. Curious, I pushed it open and peaked in. Inside I saw Hardison start to set up some TVs.
“Hello?”
He looked up at me, “Oh, hey! You wanna come help me level this?”
I approached cautiously, but helped nevertheless, “What are these for?”
“These are awesome for briefings and watching cameras, sports too.”
“Where’s Parker and Eliot?”
“She’s grabbing some stuff, Eliot’s working next door.”
“Next door-”
The door opened and shut and I looked over to see Nate walk in.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing there?” He said once he saw us. 
“I’m runnin’ this CAT-5 cable to the-”
“Oh, no, no, no, no. You don’t understand. I don’t want to have these monitors in my apartment,” he explained before turning to me, “and why are you helping him?”
I shrugged, “I just didn’t ask questions.”
“Coming through!” Parker came in holding a large painting.
Nate backtracked towards her, “No! Parker, no! Not that painting! I don’t ever want to see that painting.”
Parker stopped and waved it in front of her as she spoke in a funny voice, “Hi, I’m old Nate and I live here too!”
“You can’t just break in here and start hanging stuff…”
Hardison stopped him, “For repairs and renovations, your landlord has full access to your dwellings. It’s in the lease.”
That made me pause, “What?”
“What are you doing reading my lease?”
“I bought the building!”
“You bought the…”
“You’re our landlord?” I hesitantly fist bumped Hardison when he offered it. 
I flinched when a chainsaw noise started and followed Nate when he found where the noise was coming from. The chainsaw was coming from the other side of the wall through to Nate’s apartment.
Nate repeated no when he saw what was happening, but it was futile. Eliot walked in after cutting out a makeshift door covered in sawdust. He looked very proud of himself, but with the cloud of dust that came out, I couldn’t react other than sneeze.
Nate coughed before turning to me, “why didn’t they do this to your apartment? You’re the one who wanted them around.”
“Whoa,” Eliot said.
“We’re not gonna crash a lady’s apartment,” Hardison finished as if it were a no-brainer.
I huffed out a laugh and a shrug, not fighting it when Hardison and Parker wrapped their arms around Nate and I’s shoulders. What a day.
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The whole interview, from August 2022 before S2 filming started, is a great read. Excerpts:
LYNSKEY I started calling myself a character actor in interviews when I was really young because I think it was reclaiming the term or something. I think I just was like, “That’s what I am.” My agents had all that kind of intensity around it, too. I remember when I did Coyote Ugly —
RICCI Oh my God, you got a piece in that? I went up for that, and I didn’t get it.
CYPRESS I did too.
LYNSKEY I played the best friend from Jersey. But the scrutiny that was on Piper [Perabo], who’s one of the coolest, smartest women, just the way people were talking about her body, talking about her appearance, focusing on what she was eating. All the girls had this regimen they had to go on. It was ridiculous. I was already starving myself and as thin as I could possibly be for this body, and I was still a [size] four. That was already people putting a lot of Spanx on me in wardrobe fittings and being very disappointed when they saw me, the costume designer being like, “Nobody told me there would be girls like you.” Really intense feedback about my physicality, my body, people doing my makeup and being like, “I’m just going to help you out by giving you a bit more of a jawline and stuff.” Just the feedback was constantly like, “You’re not beautiful. You’re not beautiful.” In your early 20s, so much of it is about beauty, and how people respond to you, and do people want to fuck you? Do people think you’re their best friend? Even the best friend thing, I started to be like, “I don’t want to do that too many times.”
Did you have to unlearn anything that people tried to teach you when you were starting out?
LEWIS I had developed such a survival mechanism to protect my autonomy, sort of, “You don’t own me. You don’t tell me my value. Only I do.” I was extremely self-critical — it still happens — of my work. It’s almost like a defense mechanism that no one could talk shit about me more than I can. There’s all these things that are wrapped up in how to survive a system. That’s what I’m unlearning today — to be softer. This is a really remarkable industry to be a part of. I feel honored to be a part of it and what it gave me, but I do still hold on to what it took from me in my youth.
Given what you all experienced coming into the industry, do you feel at all protective of the younger actresses who play the younger versions of your characters?
LYNSKEY (Begins to cry.) So much. I feel very protective. At the beginning of production, I sent them all an email, and I just was like, “Whatever you need, if you need a voice, if you need someone to go to the producers for you, whatever you need,” and they were kind of like, “Cool. Thanks.” They’re fine.
[...]
RICCI This is very dark, but I would just like to go back to that age [in the 90s] and do it over again and not make so many fucking mistakes. Honestly, I regret so much.
CYPRESS Me too. One thousand percent.
LEWIS Me too.
RICCI I’d like to go back to 1996 and be like, “All right … we had a practice run. It went OK, but it wasn’t really as great as we wanted it to be. We’re going to do this again.” People who are like, “I have no regrets.” What fucking magic life did you live?
LEWIS Where they go, “I don’t regret anything because that led up to this moment.” Really? The thing that could’ve put my dad in an early grave, I fucking regret it. Yes. I was very scary as a young teenage person.
CYPRESS Yeah. I hurt a lot of people growing up, and I wish that I didn’t. I was going through my memory box. It was my great-great-grandmother’s she brought over from Hungary. It’s huge, and it’s filled to the brim with everything from my life. I came across a note from high school. It was my first gay friend, and it broke my heart because he was like, “I want to thank you for not talking to me anymore and just cutting me off the way that you did. It made it hurt less.” I literally was crying, and I had to call him and be like, “I just came across this note, and I’m so sorry that I was that person to you.” When I think back, I think how wonderful our relationship was, but I was a shit, you know? I would definitely do so many things differently.
LEWIS I’ve had those moments where I turned into … Because I’ve been bullied, but when I was 11 and got in a fight with a girl, I was mean [the same way] how a girl was mean to me. I was really vicious.
LYNSKEY I think people without regrets are narcissists. I think they’re lying to themselves.
RICCI Denial is the only way to get up that river.
[...]
RICCI I know when they confront me because I’m like, “OK, she wouldn’t do that.” Misty wouldn’t drink that drink. Originally, in the script, she was drinking a Brandy Alexander, and I said, “No, Misty would drink a chocolate martini.” I have rules and stuff for her in my head, and they do conflict with the writers sometimes. I don’t think she actually is interested in men, at all. I think she does it because she’s bored, or because she thinks that’s what she’s supposed to do. Then, she’s also realized that she can have a lot of fun trying to trick them into having sex with her when they don’t want to. It’s like men will kind of know that you don’t want to have sex with them, but if they can get you to have sex with them, they won.
LEWIS It’s a power thing.
RICCI Misty’s way of doing it is through this really horrible manipulation, making him feel guilty and having sex with her while feeling guilty, which would be a terrible experience.
[...]
LEWIS It comes, I think, with experience and respect, that they appreciate if you have a point of view. I have an “anything goes” stamp on me, which they all know. But I have strong ideas, especially about my trajectory in midlife. I’ve looked at Natural Born Killers recently, and I’m like, “Jesus.” Thank goodness I had a partner like Woody Harrelson, but it is so sexual. No one forced me into that. I was a young nihilist who didn’t give a fuck, and I felt comfortable with Woody, and I liked the material. But nowadays, I’m very particular. So, they had written a sex scene, and I was like, “I don’t know. I don’t know that she even gets off. I don’t know that she even can have orgasms.” That’s how deep I went. So it was more like, is she doing something to get something? At the end of the day, I just didn’t even think she fucks, sorry to be so graphic, at this juncture that you saw in season one. I think she might’ve had relationships with all of them in the wilderness. I don’t know if they’re going to write it, but that’s what I’d like to think of Natalie.
LYNSKEY That’s what I think too.
RICCI What? I never thought of that. Who would they be making out with? I guess each other.
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this is part 2 of my extremely long lore update of my missing month in tumblr. here's part 1 <3
i'll also put this one behind the cut just in case
26. we start when this extremely important event happened !!!
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THEY'RE PLAYING 'MÚSICA LIGERA' IN THE SUPERMARKET
[there is a lyric in música ligera [go listen to it. or else] that goes 'la música de fondo en los supermercados' so 'the background music at the supermarkets']
27. when spring officially started and suddenly life was bearable once again
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28. the sequel.
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bomb the ucm [yes. i tweeted the exact same thing]
24 nearly 25 years old and i just learned how to sign stuff with the electronic certificate. i want to shoot my foot i can't do this anymore
the thing is today i've been 3 hours calling the same 4 fucking numbers every 10 minutes only for them to tell me 'hahah everything you did last week is useless lol. but don't worry the deadline is thursday you still have time :)' [this was on a tuesday btw]
the world if the digital certificate and autofirma didn't exist
so yeah. everything i did on march 15th was useless. lol. i sent proof of my physical deposit of the application and they told me i couldn't <3. in the end i had to sign it digitally through a different administrative process and lol. i hate bureoucracy so fucking much.
28. i do love taylor swift but yeah
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the eras tour: bellodrama tour:
-without ana mena -with ana mena
-52728€ tickets -22€ tickets
-she doesn't sing 'las 12' -she sings 'las 12'
the choice is yours
29. it's time for the 'hole in the bedroom' arc <3
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[pic 1]
today my bedroom disappears
it wasn't a joke
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do you like my new setup?
SO. i honestly can't remember if i said this here but idk almost a month ago now i guess some of my floorplanks strated to lift. out of nowhere. so we called people to look into it and there was a water leak. so they had to dismantle my bed (you can see the frame in the lighter floorboards lol) and now i sleep in the attic; a room my dad has always used to hoard stuff <3 yesterday they filled the hole so that's nice, but now they have to slash the floor and for that they need all of the furniture gone. my house is basically just a long hallway so there just isn't enough space. it's gonna be fun :) oh and also we've decided to paint the room while we're at it. so i'll probably won't be able to sleep here for at least a month i imagine. this is my current setup btw, i'm writing this from here:
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30. this one's a preamble of what's to come. i'm so sorry.
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me: existing at any moment
my brain: i think it's time to play 'me he pillao x ti' on a loop
[now it's doing the same but with 'un clásico' <3]
31. ANA MENA WORLD DOMINATION DAY
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i'll do the small tweets first and then go in chronological through pics 5, 6, and 7
GOOD DAY
the way i know for a fact that 'me he pillao x ti' would've appeared on skam españa s2 if the show had been made now
if i am already annoying with ana mena the day i fall for someone i'll be incredibly unbearable i want y'all to know it
i want ana mena to know she's changed lives today
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the pause in the first listen of bellodrama to listen on loop to 'me he pillao x ti' is so real actually
no words with 'un millón de lunas'
MENAmoro [i fall in love]... her mind
ana mena has made me want to go out and party for the first time in my life i can't
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why all songs in bellodrama have their titles with the first letter capitalized Like This except Tomorrow god Will Say? what is she trying to tell us
reply to the tweet: atheist legend
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i didn't choose to be anamenista i only was lucky
ana mena you gave us everything
ana mena you are the pop artist of this generation. you are everything and you are summer and the sun and margaritas. you give everything and you're the best.
i love you ana mena
32. i went back to working on my fantasy book :)
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i am gonna try working on my fantasy book after more than half a year. wish me luck.
665 words #slay
33. i know you missed me talking about fictional shows that don't even exist but here you go
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i need there to exist some kind of glee españa specifically so a character can sing this song to their crush and i can finish losing my mind
33. this is the last ana mena post I SWEAR
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(chronologically)
half of the views are mine
the way i hadn't listened to it before the album dropped and now i'm OBSESSED
34. la caixa incident
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can someone explain to me how la caixa, a catalan business, is telling me to send them documents in english for the scholarship??
so yeah. the sent me an email telling me they needed some documents in english i had sent them in spanish (which lol) and after doing so proceeded to accept my application :) apparently it's a pretty fucking good scholarship so i'm a bit hopeful i'll be able to make it <3
35. places i've been to in spain!
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i know i have to visit the north more i know
36. my most listened to songs in march 💀
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37. MANDATORY MEMORIAS DE IDHÚN TWEET THAT IS SCARILY ACCURATE TO MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE
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i am fascinated with the fact that one day laura gallego wrote three fat ass books projecting herself into a unicorn girlie that's involved with two dudes without knowing that with them she would forever change the brain chemicals of a new generation of spanish writers
38. and that's it :)
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PEOPLE I GOT BACK MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT WE WON
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September 21, 2023
Wednesdays, I think, are going to be the days that suck. Thursdays will also be tough. I start Wednesdays pretty early and have a lot to complete for Thursdays. I suppose Wednesdays will suck significantly less if I do a better job with spacing out my preparations. I should look into that. Thursdays this semester will always just require a lot of stamina.
Today (one of those dreaded Thursdays), I wanted to get another one of those synopses submitted, and I'd mostly finished it yesterday (with significantly less frustration) but didn't have a critique until midday today. I did end up submitting a synopsis that I was somewhat happy with. I took notes during today's discussion on some of the critiques and experimental methods suggested (I learned that the experiment I proposed in my synopsis is currently impossible lol) so I could use them when coming up with ideas for future synopses (I have to write six for this class). I also had a quiz today which I didn't study enough for (took for granted that I'd learned most of the content previously--will not be making that mistake again). I had a meeting with my PI late this afternoon, my first one since the semester began, it went well.
I still find that I'm settling in. Settling back into schoolwork (totally underestimated the difficulty of the quiz I took today (my first quiz in grad school (the part that sucks isn't going to be the grade or even knowing that I could've done better, but that my PI is the prof and there aren't tons of students in the class so I'm def not just a number and he could probably surmise that I didn't do my best on it (in our meeting today he asked what I thought of the quiz and I told him that I prob screwed up a bit and he was basically like "no worries that happens" ugh what a man)))), settling into my space (gotta admit, walls are still pretty barren (it's difficult for me to really think about putting things up because I'm fairly certain that I wouldn't like to live here next year (it's okay but that's really all it is, just okay, and I, naturally, have illusions of grandeur and high-roller living), but I also don't really vibe with the totally blank walls when I spent so much time thinking about my theme,,,, maybe I'll use this space as practice? idk)), settling into this city (still haven't gotten my library cards), settling into my role (gotta email my postdoc tomorrow). Settling, settling, settling, settling.
I met up with those three girls today for a free dinner at an event they were invited to. I'm glad I decided to go to that with them instead of going to the kickoff event for another club. I'm sure the kickoff would've been great and informative, but I'm really trying to put effort into community-building. We went to the nearby art museum for a free event to just kind of hang which was also nice. Might go out tomorrow night, too. Gotta rest up for that.
Currently binging Young Justice, started last Friday, it is very good. Extremely well-written. I watched the first season way way back when it came out originally with my dad, and it went off the air suddenly. It came back with a third season in 2019 which I didn't know about, then a fourth in 2021 which I also didn't know about. There's a very clear shift from the TV-Y7 rating in the first two seasons to the TV-14 rating immediately in S3E1 which was very interesting. I'm hooked for sure, it's a good time. Action-Adventure + Science-Fantasy is totally my favorite entertainment genre. I hope S3 can adequately follow how well S1 and S2 were plotted.
Today I'm thankful for my PI, he's great, he seems like he really does care. I'm also thankful for the free tote bag I got at the art museum tonight. I didn't need another tote. What I want is a tee shirt, honestly. But alas.
One actual negative thing: discovered that my favorite jeans of all time (Hollister High Rise Crop Boyfriend (vintage stretch)) which I purchased four years ago and loved immediately out of the package are developing a hole in the crotch. I've never mended jeans at the crotch before, but I must try to save my baby (perfect relaxed fit at the natural waist, perfect length, perfect button closure, perfect neutral light wash, perfectly big pockets in the front and back, perfectly soft fabric). I love these jeans so much that I haven't bought a single additional pair since. Taking a trip to a fabric store sometime soon to gather my arsenal.
Today was a (net) good day, despite the little annoyances. A long one, but a good one.
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Writing Masterpost
Hello!
I've finally gotten around to doing some blog maintenance and making a masterpost of all of the writing I've posted on here. If you've found my blog because of a fic post and want to know if there is more where that came from, you're in the right place!
I write mainly fic for The Magnus Archives and TAZ Balance, with a few original things thrown in for spice! Most links stay on Tumblr, but I've also got some of my longer pieces on AO3 linked here as well.
List is under the cut, and thanks for being here!
MAGNUS ARCHIVES FIC
One-shots & multi-chaps (links to AO3):
present tense - Safehouse-era love confessions, the world didn't end edition.
will you remember me - Somewhere Else coffee shop au! Martin is intrigued by an attractive stranger who comes into his coffee shop, especially when they have an intense reaction to seeing him.
why can't the words I need ever come to me  - Research-era Jon finds Tim crying in the bathroom. He tries to help.
slippage (4 chapters) - Jon starts to forget while he and Martin are still in Upton House. Martin has to try to get him out before he forgets everything.
something to hold onto - Tim & Jon s2 reconciliation, with background jondanny
a promise and a prayer - alternate ending to TheOestofOC's The Kindness of Strangers; or, what if Jon & Tim had reconciled before the Unknowing
these constellations will guide you back - What if Martin had been the one to find Jon trying to get his "anchor" for the coffin instead of Melanie?
Tumblr ficlets:
Somewhere Else coffee shop AU: snippet 1 (Martin) snippet 2 (Jon)
Tim & Jon's Excellent American Adventure: 1 (at the airport) 2 (there was only one bed (platonic) aka literal sleeping together) 3 (statement dependence)
Dad!Jon: Jon has always had trouble imagining the future They name her Sasha
yet broken, still you breathe - Jon & Martin listen to The Amazing Devil
life's but a walking shadow - Martin gets Jon to recite some poetry (aka Jon is a Shakespeare nerd)
i will bring you ruin - Jon Sees Jonah's plans before he goes into the Lonely
Other snippets:
Post-Circus Jon angst
JonTim Literal Sleeping Together: China Edition
Martin & Tim say goodbye before the Unknowing
Not-Sasha visits the Trophy Room
Martin can bake?! - s1 Archive gang fluff
Somewhere Else - an explorations of possiblities
Peter Lukas is having a marvelous time.
Message from Jon to Martin, several days after his return from the Buried.
TAZ FIC
One-shots (links go to AO3)
L-U-P (multi-chap, ongoing) - What if Lucretia saw Lup's name burned into the wall and figured out where Lup was? Lup gets out of the umbrella early, and she and Lucretia team up to save the world.
take me back to the start - The Chalice makes Lucretia an offer, and she has to decide what price she is willing to pay for a second chance.
without you - Magnus and Lucretia have only been together, really together, for a couple weeks. When a routine scouting mission goes wrong, he has to face to prospect of nearly a year without her. Magnus/Lucretia fic set during Stolen Century.
a recipe for home - Taako tries to cook for the first time since Glamour Springs. When it goes wrong, Lucretia is there to lend a hand. Set during between the second Lunar Interlude and Petals.
by means of heat and time - Taako gives Angus a cooking lesson (a lifetime ago, Taako gives Lucretia a cooking lesson) - TAZ November Celebration Day 23 - Cooking
how this grace thing works - Taako helps Lucretia with post S&S nightmares, and maybe, just maybe, something starts to heal.
Eventually - Kravitz told Magnus he and Julia would eventually have to re-join the rest of the souls in the astral sea. He never thought about what he would do when “eventually” finally came.
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hold on tight - The Birds get together for a family dinner after Story and Song, and Magnus and Lucretia have a talk about what it means to deserve a happy ending.
"Today's gonna be the best!" - The Birds have a snow day.
Barry is falling. - The moment right after Barry falls from the Starblaster, when he realizes what Lucretia has done.
What if Barry found Lup in Wave Echo Cave? - Barry finds Lup, and has to find a way to hold himself together.
“Shh, they’ll hear us!” - Taako and Angus plan a surprise.
TAZ November Celebration Day 21 - Night - A lil quiet moment between Davenport & Lucretia during Stolen Century.
TAZ November Celebration Day 17 - Rest - The crew of the Starblaster take a much-needed pause.
TAZ November Celebration Day 3 - Warmth - Taakitz Modern AU ficlet. Fluff!
almost home - Magnus returns to Raven’s Roost. (and an answer to the question, how did Magnus get Julia’s ring back?)
Metas/snippets
The Director aways has music playing in her office.
Lucretia never met the Judges in Cycle 65.
The birds and hugs
What if Raven’s Roost never fell?
The Light of Creation isn’t sentient, exactly.
If Lucretia saw Lup’s name burned into the wall and figured out where Lup was
Lucretia doesn’t remember the first time the Bulwark Staff spoke to her.
Lucretia wakes up in a white space.
After Story and Song, Davenport leaves. Lucretia says goodbye.
ORIGINAL WORK Sometimes I post things on here that aren’t fic!
Macbeth in the living room - A short written at the beginning of quarantine, before we really understood anything about how the virus actually worked. The mechanics of distancing are So Wrong but the sentiment is there. It’s a time capsule of a moment.
The One Who Stays Behind (short story)
OTHER BITS AND BOBS
Thoughts on wonder
Babel by RF Kuang time-travel fix-it (ish)
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This is my 4x12 review - skip if you haven’t watched yet.💖
In my opinion the whole Treasure Hunt thing, had a S2 bank mystery vibe about it. Like the silly calm before the storm, again in parallel to right before when Buck was hurt.
I knew the Author jerk is alive the second I saw the actor who played it, the was not one show where he guest starred and wasn’t a jerk 😂😂
So since I did my own version of live writing, I apologize if this is a bit disorganized.
We got so much buddie bread crumbs, that eventually felt like a meal at the end of the episode so let’s start with: Both boys in sunglasses - oh WOW! 🔥🔥  
Bobby sending Eddie with Chimney and Buck looking thoroughly unhappy to be separated from Eddie. They nod at each other and while Buck frowns at Chimney, Eddie crosses himself before going to get geared up.
It was a small gesture but very significant because Eddie has already crashed in a chopper (in 3x15 and watched Hen and Strand crash in the crossover) he knows what could go wrong.
Chimney’s “cheer up you can go next time” doesn’t really reassure Buck. I think a “we’ll be fine” or “I’ll keep him safe” would have calmed Buck’s nerves a lot more.
Can we discuss for a second how HOT!! Eddie looked doing the aerial rescue? I mean WOW, I watched it several times. 🥵🥵🥵
The 118 sitting together trying to figure out the riddle was funny, everyone thinking how it’s a bad idea to even consider this to be a real thing, except for Buck, of course. 😂
And while the others are already considering how freaking horrible the rest of their shift  is going to be like, because it’s all over the news thanks to Taylor Kelly’s story.
Eddie called Taylor - Buck’s “girlfriend”, but we don’t see his face, we do get to see it, when Buck stresses (for what feels like the millionth time from the sigh and tone of his voice) that she is his friend not his girlfriend.
Eddie’s “Yeah, sure, right.” face is priceless!!😂😂  
Buck and Taylor plotting together again, is always hilarious, those two are disaster magnets, it makes for good fun. What bothered me was that Buck offered Taylor to pair up, but re-watching, everybody’s reaction didn’t exactly originally encouraged a teaming up vibe.
However the problem with human nature is - everyone love to obsess over riddles. 😉😉
Eddie jumping through the window into the fire truck? epic!
Eddie did suggest to team up to Buck and I love that even after Buck told him he’s working with Taylor, the look on Eddie’s face melted Buck almost immediately and had him suggesting Eddie joins the two of them. 🥰🥰
The scene in Buck’s apartment, with the three of them Eddie is right between Taylor and Buck in the shot and kind of “talking to himself” was so funny. - Gave me a BBC Sherlock scene between Irene Adler, Sherlock and John.
The way Martin Freeman stole the scene just by dropping small comments. I gotta give it to Eddie, out of all of everything in that scene, Ryan performance is what I’m going to remember. - Acting choices were made all throughout this episode by both Oliver and Ryan.
Also can we talk about the fact that Eddie is now stating little bits of knowledge like Buck now - “I can know weird stuff too” from 4x03 is so haunting me, these boys have totally rubbed off each other. (get your minds out of the gutters... for now anyway 😉)
I love how Eddie and Buck sit down and scratch, just thinking about the fire ants 😂😂
Buck being lowered into the septic tank - notice, Eddie is the one handling the rope, again, his expression worried while Buck is still down there, especially after having to drop him into the water.
I have noticed that Bobby sent Eddie up in the chopper, but is reluctant to send him under ground still 😉🙃
Buck’s “come on” when Eddie and Bobby made a face and walked away from the stench was so funny. Also super adorable on Buck’s part. 
I love how Taylor keeps shutting Buck down, it’s amusing to watch now that I know how the episode ends.
Athena being done with idiots the entire episode was hilarious! Angela is a queen!
I loved that 9-1-1 dispatchers were running a bet of places where the treasure may be. (Josh’s “Who thought that was a good idea?” and someone shouting “not it!” had me in stitches 😂😂)
Let’s take a break from buddie for a second:
Hen and Chimney joining the race and Bobby trying to hide his research from Athena was so funny, I mean, she is a police sergeant, there was no way she wouldn’t figure him out.
Bobby planning a future together, a life after the job, and Athena shutting him down. I do think this is what will come between them eventually. Athena making a unilateral decision, without considering even talking about a future with Bobby that doesn’t revolve around them working until they’re either forced out or buried six feet under ground. 
I find it interesting because it’s usually the other way around, my mom has been working on my dad to retire for years now so they can travel before both of them are too old to do it. So I kinda get where Bobby’s coming from.
In parallel though, Athena making the unilateral decision like Eddie did when he re-enlisted in 3x15. I do hope Bobby and Athena manage to work things out, I love them together. 
Back to the hunt:
Of course Athena worked out where the treasure is, Karen built an algorithm, and Taylor apparently helping Buck and Eddie figure it out bringing all three teams together.
Athena looking to Buck and Eddie asking them if they seriously brought their gear with them and Eddie pointing at Hen and Chimney to divert the attention from them about their med-kits. - like children trying to justify themselves to their parents. 😂😂😂
Wasting time negotiating about the money was hilarious, especially with Taylor in the chopper hovering over them lmao.
And then there was probie - Jesus! I laughed so much.  😂🤦‍♂️
Also Buck’s “I’m not doing anymore math”, as a reference to “she taught me math”, Buck’s not doing that shit. He calculated enough for one day and he is done!  😂
I do like that Oli and Ryan’s marks are closer together again ❣❣❣  
Eddie: “We didn’t kill him”  Buck: “We just wanted to” Bobby’s “Shut up” face killed me.
Probie selling them out “I don’t know these ppl.” You don’t say shit like this as a probie 😂😂😂
Also Rick saying “I didn’t actually think it was” and I'm just enjoying the moment, was awesome. I like it when he shows up in episodes, he and Athena make a good and amusing team. 
Back to buddie bread crumbs:
Everyone in Bathena’s house, including Taylor, who took the place next to buck, leaving Eddie to sit directly in front of Taylor and next to Chimney. - The “At this point I don’t trust anyone.” cuts to Eddie’s face, that looked as if he’s saying “Seriously dude? hurtful” - The fact that Buck stopped and met Eddie’s reproachful gaze even though they are not directly in front of each other says so much! 
Also the “Stop for a second and think about what you said.” looks from Chimney and the others are very meaningful. (#everybody knows 😉)  Buck sticking his foot in his mouth and him backtracking are shot directly from Eddie’s perspective. - hmm, I wonder why…? 🧐🧐
And to complete the meal:
Taylor placing Buck directly in the Friend-Zone category, was genius. And while Buck and Taylor have a fun energy together it never really felt romantically oriented. Also I have a certain feeling that seeing Buck and Eddie interact, at Buck’s place and at Bathena’s house and not for the first time either, she knows it will not work between her and Buck.
Buck, trying to feel something more for her, even if in a gentler and way sweeter way than the cursed ship I will not name, it feels forced on his end too - and Taylor lets him off the hook in a gentle way too, I like her for that even more. 
I really hope we keep seeing Taylor in a friend capacity for Buck, I think it’s good for him to have support and someone to talk to outside the 118. And I will absolutely worship Taylor if she will be the buddie catalyst, I mean Megan does ship buddie too, it will only be appropriate 😉💖
The episode in itself was pretty nice, I would have probably enjoyed it more if I watched it before LS who absolutely kicked me in the feels today. But I do know that just like 9-1-1 2x15 I’ll go back and watch it like a million times because it is a fun episode to pass the time, and the buddie crumbs were delicious. 
The promo kicked me in the feels too, I will not discuss it here right now, but I do hope that that last part won’t be a cliff hanger and we’ll have to wait an entire week for the rest, two weeks of frayed nerves are a LOT to suffer through 🙈
Sending big hugs out there to whomever needs it 🤗🤗🤗
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weirdlyfitting · 3 years
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Forgive me for being so late eheh, I couldn't figure out who's who or what's what from the list plus being busy irl BUT HEY! Finally I can join this countdown!
Ok so I'm gonna do like from day 1-recent
Favorite Character
Darius Bowman & Kenji Kon
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TBFH I LOVE ALL CAMP FAM CHARACTERS. They all had great character development plus clear motivation on why they did what they did. Those stuff got handled so well and ugh it made me so hard to choose ahaha.
Anyway, I love Darius because he's such a dino nerd. Plus his "never give up" spirit that inspired me as the audience to stay strong when things do fall apart. He's such a precious boi 🥺
And then Kenji. *sigh I hated, HATED this boi since he got introduced. But then as the eps kept going, I realized that he's just a teen that made mistakes and learn from them. The scene in S1 ep 6, when the kids were doing kayak river thing and Kenji told Brooklyn to stop bothering Sammy? Yeah, that's when I doubted my hatred . In S2 I started to actually love his character! He's just so....dumb and innocent lmaooo. The thing is for a comedic character I loved how he also has depth and development :D
Favorite Friendship
CAMP FAM! (Darius, Ben, Kenji, Yaz, Sammy, Brooklyn)
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First they're uh- reminded me of the losers club from IT *cough Ben and Eds *cough- especially
Anyway the dynamic and chemistry are awesome! I really hope in S3 there will be more deep convo like in S1 ep 7 (at the monorail, before Ben's near death fall). Them bonding with knowing and understanding each other's feelings is just 🥺😥😭💞
Favorite Ship
Dave & Roxie
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Hmm I'm not into shipping but the closest that I really had interest with are Dave & Roxie and Darius & Brooklyn. But Dave & Roxie is just so cute and fun lol. Like the cool uncle and aunt that genuinely cared even if yes, they did made a lot of mistakes while doing it.
Favorite Funny Scene
S1 Ep 3, when Ben was the one who drive the gyrosphere (idk if this spelled right lmao) and Kenji being the passenger
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There are many memorable funny scenes but THIS ONE was the first ever scene that made me wheezed (looking back, I used to think that CC wasn't that good oop- so yeah doubted it but hey look at where I am now!). Kenji's face and Dave and Roxie just "smile and wave" I remember holding my laugh so no one can get disturbed (the first time I watched CC was at night time lol)😭🤣
Favorite Sad Scene
After I rewatch S1, I changed my mind on Ben's near death fall and choose the convo in the monorail.
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This isn't really a sad scene but to me when rewatching it, it made me cry. Like seriously real tears what-
"now that it's over, what are the odds if we'll see each other again", everyone is silent then Jurassic World/Park theme played YO I STARTED TO FEEL SO EMO ESPECIALLY WITH THE THEME PLAYED 😭
And then "My dad used to say this place was Allosaurus in the bag of chips" gosh when Darius' voice cracked it broke me- yes I crieeeeeed
Favorite Episode
S2 Ep 8
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Ugh this episode and finale is much much better than S1 (it's not that I hated s1's finale it's just s1 was wayyyy more depressing man :( ). Camp fam is together again and Darius completed his arc here (he has serious guilt issue since Ben's fall and I'm glad it got resolved here). This episode was sooooo fun with the actions! And the cliffhanger? I was terrified of what'll come next, but overall I really really enjoy it ahaha 😁💖
And bonus : Kenji learned to ride a motorbike made me so happy when the first time I watched it. I relate so much because that time I was learning to ride one too haha.
Favorite Quote
"We're not GIVING UP! I get it. It's scary. This wasn't how today was supposed to be. Things aren't always going to go your way. Life is messy and sometimes, things fall apart. But that's okay. Because when that happen we pick up the pieces and keep going. And we never give up!" -Darius Bowman, S1 Ep 4
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Ahh since I hear it I used this whenever I had a bad day and so many negative thoughts going in my mind. This quote is my comfort quote along with what Tulip said to One-One in The Unfinished Car from Infinity Train 💕
Okay so that's all for now. What's left is free space + season 3 airs! I'll use my free space for making edit from these lists and if I don't have time maybe I'll try to share my s3 review? Idk but I'll make sure I'm on time for the last list ;)
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S2 11 | Battleplan
BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE
Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall
Word count: 1912.
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, murder, dead body, swearing (always).
A/N: This is kind of a filler. Not too long. Bruh, LAST CHAPTER OF SEASON 2.
↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.
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Things were complicated. Melissa wasn't talking to Scott nor me, she witnessed me flashing my eyes, and she saw Scott as a werewolf.
When Matt had dragged my unconscious body to one of the rooms where almost everyone was, I woke up for a couple of seconds, Stiles was unconscious on the floor, and Mr. Stilisnki had been hit on the head, falling to the ground. Then, the Kanima appeared, I found strength from somewhere deep inside me when I saw that he was planning to attack Melissa. I took the arrow out of my belly, the pain made my eyes flash, and while I stabbed the Kanima on the back with the same arrow, my eyes met Melissa's.
Stiles was receiving help. I felt bad because a couple of days before I had promised to protect his father, which I wasn't able to do. Not only that, but he was also ignoring me.
I was sitting on the bleachers, a lacrosse game would take place in a couple of minutes. I noticed Stiles and Scott talking to each other, and decided to go up to them. "Hey," I whispered, hands inside the pockets of my jacket, it was freezing. Scott glanced up, offering me a little smile. However, the other boy continued talking without acknowledging me.
"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" His eyes were teary, legs bouncing up and down. "Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just-. I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't-."
"It's okay."
Stiles shook his head. "We're losing, dude."
We were losing. We were losing people, and maybe we were losing ourselves on the way.
"The hell are you talking about?" Coach appeared from behind them, and even though I saw him coming near, I got startled. I was jumpy. "Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."
"What? What happened to Greenberg?" He began looking around.
"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."
"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"
"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."
"I already did that today, twice." I almost chuckled.
"Get the hell out there!"
The hazel-eyed boy restlessly grabbed all of his things. Before he could walk to the field, I stopped him, my hand clutching his jersey. "Stiles, I-"
"I can't talk," He didn't even glance at me. "This is important for me." Wasn't I?
"Yeah," I whispered, but he was already running to the field. "Good luck," I muttered. I heard Scott calling my name, but I just offered him a smile as he did before.
I went back to the bleachers, deciding to sit next to Melissa, but she quickly waved Lydia over. I didn't think much about it, or at least I tried not to while I sat next to Noah. His arm went around my shoulder as he kissed my forehead. For a moment, I thought I would break down. Noah couldn't help but scream for Stiles when his son walked to the field.
Things got even more complicated. First, Isaac came to the game, sitting down next to Scott. They both seemed to be friends now. Then, I noticed that Gerard was wickedly smiling while peering at Scott. Something was going on. Next, Jackson took a player to the ground, inducing him into unconsciousness. Coach asked Scott to play, and Melissa suspected that something more was going on, something more than just a lacrosse game. But then Scott disappeared while Coach screamed for him to come back.
I got up from the bleachers, determined to search for him even though my wound was fresh, and still hurting. But then everyone on the bleachers started cheering up, Stiles had scored. And another one. Then, again. The team hugged each other, congratulating. Stiles glanced at the bleachers, his eyes met mine. I was clapping, proud of him, grinning widely. He beamed back, but just for a couple of seconds as he seemed to realize something, then the smile wasn't for me, it was for Lydia Martin. And I suppose that is how everything should be.
The buzzer sounded, indicating the end of the game and our victory. The excitement didn't last. The lights went out, and someone screamed. Everything seemed to slow down. People falling to the ground, screams, bumping into others, running, fear. I made sure that Mr. Stilisnki was fine, running to the field, searching for Stiles. But I tripped, falling to the ground. I tripped over someone just lying there. I tripped over Jackson's unconscious body.
"Jackson? What's happened to Jackson?" Lydia's terrified voice sounded all over. "Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, what's happening?" She kneeled on the floor, next to him. I quickly got into the same position as her, grasping her arms, doing my best to calm her down.
"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!"
Melissa came running to us, putting her head over his chest. "He's not breathing. No pulse." She started pressing his chest, trying to bring him back. "Get down here." She glanced at Lydia. "Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up."
"Stiles?" I whispered to myself, running to all the lacrosse players, looking at them in hopes of finding a familiar pair of hazel eyes.
"Where's Stiles? W-where's my son? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"
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The last hours were horrible. I spent them being embraced by Scott, reassuring each other, convincing each other that Stiles Stilisnki was perfectly safe.
Then...
I ran with all my strength, the wound on my stomach was burning, and it was probably bleeding as Melissa told me not to force myself. But I couldn't help it. Stiles was back. Stiles was in his house.
"You came running?" Mr. Stilisnki's eyes were wide open after he opened the front door, letting me come inside the Stilisnki household. I nodded my head frantically, glancing around. "He is upstairs." He smiled. I grinned, running towards the steps until his voice stopped me. "Lydia is there too."
"Uhm," I turned around. "C-can I wait here until she comes down?" He seemed confused. "I don't want to interrupt their, uhm, talk." He shook his head while smirking, muttering something under his breath. "Want something to drink?" I approved, following him to the kitchen, and sitting down on a chair. "How are you feeling?" He handed me a cup.
I fiddled with it, feeling the warmth go through my hands. "I did look inside the backpack." He waited for me to go on. "Some pictures of famous people she admired, and a picture of her with the friend who took care of me."
"No picture of you."
I sadly smiled, glad that I didn't have to say so myself. "Love," I sighed. "It's a strange thing. Mr. Stilisnki," He glared at me. "I mean Noah," I laughed while continuing. "How can I trust people when the ones who should teach me about it weren't even there?" My voice cracked. "Now, I'm terrified. I don't want to get too close because something bad could happen."
"Or something beautiful," His hands grabbed mine, thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand. "Love feels good and hurts so bad, that doesn't mean everything will be wrong. There will be joyful and sorrowful moments. You need to go through all of them."
"If they ta-."
"Nobody is going to take you away, okay?" He softly whispered. "I will take care of that."
"Uhm," I heard someone, turning around to see Lydia. I smiled at her, although I don't think it looked like an honest one. "I'm already leaving," She glanced at the older Stilisnki. "Thank you for letting me stop by."
After we heard the door close, he nudged me. "Go."
I tried to calm my nerves while breathing deeply. I lightly knocked on the door, and when I heard his voice my stomach fluttered. However, I didn't like what I had in front of me. His cheek was bruised, a large bruise all over it, and his lower lip was busted.
My hands grabbed his neck, moving his head to the other side so I could examine his wounds. "Who did this?" He didn't reply, eyes meeting mine just for a couple of seconds. "Who did this, Stiles? I swear to god I will kill whoeve-."
"That's your problem." He pulled my hands off him. I studied his body posture, he was anxious and mad. "You don't know what you are, but you still throw yourself into trouble. A pepper spray?" Why was he talking now about the other day? "Pepper spray against a Kanima? Got beaten and shot, you still ran your mouth and insulted Matt which made him hit you, even while you were unconscious." His lower lip trembled. "And I couldn't do anything about it because I was paralyzed!"
"I would do it again."
"See, that's the problem. Y-you don't care about getting hurt." He stepped closer to me. This time, his eyes didn't leave mine. "But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my fucking mind." His eyes were teary, and at this point, mines were too. "You see, death doesn't happen to you, Y/N. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh?" He was screaming now. "And look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?" I flinched a little, not liking when people raised their voices. "Um- I'm so sorry." He brought me closer to him, hiding his face on my neck. "I missed you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"
"Is this why you ignored me on the field?" I embraced him tightly, terrified that he would disappear. I felt him nod. "Stiles, I would do anything for you like I know you would do anything for me." I felt him nod his head, bringing me even closer to his body.
Our eyes met. Arms still tight around each other. His eyes went from my eyes to my lips. He got closer, head inclined to the right side, getting closer.
"Y/N, wanna have dinner here?" We jumped apart. Warm invading our faces. Stiles blushing quite hard. "Oh, did I- does Chinese sound good?" We both nodded, shyly smiling as he closed the door behind him.
I found the strength to turn around and glance at him when I heard a faint melody resonating through his room. He had moved closer to his computer, playing the song. My eyebrows were furrowed, waiting for him to explain what was going on. "What is going on?" I whispered, not having the strength to talk louder.
He beamed at me. "I want to slow dance like we did at the dance." He came closer, asking for permission to place his hands on my waist. Of course, I nodded my head as my hands travelled from his chest to his shoulders, resting there. "But just with you."
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Alma Mater (S2, E3)
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My time-stamped thoughts for this episode. As always I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading. 
SPOILERS AHEAD:
0:20 - There’s no way Martin is actually going to escape Claremont until AT LEAST the season finale.
0:55 - Anyone else annoyed that Ainsley isn’t in Martin’s fantasy? I mean - it’s completely in character but it still pisses me off. 
1:49 - I’m sorry - what? How will pouring Malcolm a drink help this fictional situation?
2:00 - Malcolm ruining Martin’s fantasy dream is honestly such a mood. 
2:10 - “That little kill joy.” haha 
2:21 - Malcolm has a stationary bike. Of course he does. But why does he listen to the personal trainer lady (who I assume was a recording programmed on the bike)? Malcolm doesn’t seem like he needs praise or motivation to exercise. He probably does it the way I do - mindlessly as a habit. A habit built from the knowledge that if I skip a morning workout I will feel more unsettled and anxious than usual before lunch....and don’t even get me started on how quickly my depressive thoughts escalate. 
2:24 - ....I’m still convinced/hoping that this is a false memory Martin has planted in Malcolm. I’m all for Malcolm whump and Malcolm trauma...but the thought of Gil, the team, and Jessica finding out that Malcolm committed a crime terrifies me. I don’t want him to go to jail. I don’t want Gil and the team to turn their back on him. I don’t want Jessica to blame herself (more than usual).
2:39 - I love that the “Malcolm pretty much only feeds himself liquorice and lollipops” is still canon this season.
2:42 - OMG. That is not a helpful affirmation. Like maybe for anyone? If you���re traumatized/depressed/anxious “consider the past and you shall know the future” is not comforting or inspiring. It’s the opposite.
2:48 - I’m loving how confidently Malcolm has been shutting down Martin’s manipulation. #soproud
2:52 - Anyone else super upset that Martin is the person with whom Malcolm discusses his mental health the most honestly? 
3:12 - Check out the way Mr. David looks at Martin here. Does Mr. David already know about Endicott? Or is he just like, “Bitch, spit it out so I don’t have to keep guessing your current family drama.”?
3:17 - “Let’s have another session today.” .....Does Martin really think he’s Malcolm’s new therapist? DOES MALCOLM THINK THAT? IS THAT WHY HE ISN’T SEEING GABRIELLE? HAS MARTIN MANIPULATED HIM INTO THINKING THAT HE DOESN’T NEED GABRIELLE?!?
3:22 - hahahaha OMG. Mr.David is so done with Martin’s theatrics.
3:32 - Ok so two things:
Martin’s insight on Malcolm’s mental health/coping mechanisms is disturbingly on point. Almost like he’s an attentive, caring, father (which he isn’t). 
How long was Gil outside Malcolm’s door before he knocked? Do you think he overheard Malcolm’s side of the conversation? I kind of hope he did. But only if it means I get to see Gil asking Malcolm about it.
3:50 - “Put me on speaker.” I’m torn. Part of me is so proud of Malcolm for denying Martin’s need for attention....but part of me is living for a Martin/Gil showdown where they fight over Malcolm in front of Malcolm.
3:54 - Ok. So Gil was a jerk last episode but I forgive him. Gil just showed up at Malcolm’s apartment to tell him about a case instead of calling Malcolm. Gil knew Malcolm would be upset. Gil knew that Malcolm needed to hear this in person. <3 My heart is full. <3 
4:12 - Concerned!Gil is everything. Look at how much he cares about Malcolm and what this case will inevitably bring up for Malcolm. You can almost see how badly Gil doesn’t want Malcolm on this case. 
4:13 - “What if I said I need you?” Damn. Gil knows. He knows that Malcolm desperately doesn’t want to ever disappoint Gil. Gil is Malcolm’s hero and, when Malcolm is thinking straight, he’d do anything for Gil. 
4:17 - <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Gil looks so sad when he notices Malcolm’s hand shaking. Can a heart simultaneously break and heal? 
4:23 - Oh yeah. Gil definitely wanted Brumback dead for what he did to Malcolm. He doesn’t even try giving Malcolm the “you’re being insensitive” look. 
4:42 - Wow. That school is nicer than my university. 
4:47 - Do you think Gil’s been to the school before? To visit and/or pick up Malcolm? ....I really want to believe he did. Gil looks like he’s leading Malcolm through campus. Gil looks like he’s familiar with the campus. Surely that means he visited Malcolm there. Right?
5:17 - So...was the “office under water” thing officially a prank? It’s brutal. Forget the murder, Brumback would’ve expelled kids for that prank. 
5:27 - I love how Dani looks at Gil for clarification here. She’s like, “Malcolm is upset, ranting, and making no sense. I’m not going to set him off further by asking more questions. But I need to know what the hell he’s going on about.”
5:40 - Soooo is JT texting Dani? Or is Tally? I really hope it’s Tally. I hope Dani’s texts are all reading something along the lines of “He won’t stop pacing and panicking. If he doesn’t calm down I’m going to slap him.”
5:43 - I love the look of disbelief that Gil shoots Dani when her phone goes off. haha
5:52 - hahaha Gil so heard Edrisa the first time. He was just giving her a chance to conform to professional social standards. 
6:03 - hahahaha OMG. Edrisa is a treasure.
6:56 - awww Malcolm, baby. :( This boy has so much trauma. I love it. 
7:07 - I’m assuming Malcolm’s ‘high school’ was grades 10-12 (not 8-12 which is common in the area of Canada where I grew up) so that means Tom Payne is currently being passed off as a 15-16 year old. It kinda works. But ngl - I spent most of this scene thinking “could they not hire a kid because of COVID?” 
7:12 - I’m not actually mad that Tom Payne was allowed to play high school Malcolm though. His performance in this scene is really moving. “Be someone new.” :( <3
7:45 - Sooooo Malcolm changed his name before he was legally an adult. If it’s his legal last name (we see “Bright” on pill bottles in S1 so it’s his legal name now at least) Jessica had to have signed the paperwork. Damn. I wish I was there to see that process regardless of when it became his legal last name.
7:49 - Baby Malcolm looks so comforted by Martin’s acceptance of his new name and new school. It breaks my heart. 
8:00 - Wait. There was a teacher who liked Malcolm at this school? The son a serial killer? AND the teacher recognizes Malcolm 15 years later?!? Nah. I don’t buy it. I love Malcolm but I feel like the teachers would’ve avoided developing any sort of relationship with Malcolm even if they didn’t have a problem with him. 
8:05 - Hold up. This school is so fancy. Are you telling me they don’t have outdoor security cameras? Surely those would’ve told you who the suspects for the desk thing were at least. 
8:15 - awwww poor Malcolm looks shattered here. :( 
8:31 - “Easy. Let’s keep an open mind.”  That is pure Dad!Gil energy and I’m here for it. 
8:39 - Of course. Of course Jessica is involved in the rich school. 
8:51 - I’m on Gil and Malcolm’s side here. Jessica is putting her reputation over Malcolm’s mental health. Shame on her. No no. I will not stand for this - and neither will Gil. Damn. Look at how pissed he is on Malcolm’s behalf. <3 So sweet. 
9:06 - “Pop-pop’s aquatic center”!?!? Soooo is Pop-pop Jessica’s grandfather or Malcolm’s? Either way give me more information about the extended family. Are they dead? Did they disown them after the Surgeon business? I WANT ANSWERS FEDAK. 
9:15 - I swear. Malcolm is the best son/brother ever. The sacrifices he makes for his Mom/sister are unreal. Also - how much do you want to bet that Malcolm was thinking about the Endicott murder coming out when Jessica said, “how soon until they connect that back to me?”. Malcolm looks so sad here. 
9:23 - Nah. I don’t like Delaney. Even on the first watch I was put off by him. Something about him just creeps me out. He’s showing a weird amount of affection for Malcolm 15 years after Malcolm finished school. IDK maybe I was just upset that someone was trying to mimic Gil’s relationship with Malcolm? 
9:27 - oooooooohhhhh Mom and Dad are fighting. hahaha Malcolm looks so uncomfortable. Gil looks livid. Is Gil pissed because Jessica dumped him or because she totally just neglected Malcolm’s well-being for her own? Probably both. Either way, it’s endlessly entertaining. 
9:53 - I’m on Gil’s side here. She dumped him (like a f**ing moron) because she “doesn’t want to hurt him” and because she’s “broken” and “cursed”. Yet - she manipulates her way into cases. Making her business Gil’s. Gil should be pissed - she broke his heart. Again. Like he’s literally been choosing to hang out with Malcolm, Jessica’s (let’s face it) broken son, for more than 20 years. Jessica’s crazy if she thinks that she’s going to get Gil killed or hurt just because she’s a Whitly. Malcolm’s technically a Whitly - Gil hasn’t died yet. 
10:15 - “Not usually.” Dang. That was icy.
10:50 - Yo this is one messed up bible study. Take it from someone who has attended many young adult/teenage bible studies. This is crazy. Usually it’s: read the bible for 5-10 minutes as a group, discuss how you interpreted it for 15-20 mins, pray as a group for 5 mins, then like an hour of tea/coffee, cookies, board games, and general chatting about normal stuff like romance, school, and personal drama. 
11:44 - “Poor Tally.” hahaha I’m willing to bet that Tally is texting Dani - not JT. I just can’t imagine a panicking, first-time father, texting his little sister with accurate medical details about his wife’s pre-labour experience. He’s probably way too panicked to remember the medical jargon that is “foley ballon”.
12:00 - I’ve watched this scene about 30 times. I’m in love with it. Tom Payne’s performance is haunting and I’m a sucker for emotional whump. I love how Dani is concerned about Malcolm but respectful enough to pry until he shuts down. I love Malcolm’s little speech about the hand tremor (even though it doesn’t make sense because baby Malcolm’s hand was shaking when Shannon interrogated him - but that’s a whole different can of worms I’m not going to rant about).
 12:39 - Does anyone else think it’s weird that there’s a bolt on the closet door? Why isn’t there a lock in the door handle like every other interior school door? I mean, I guess it’s because they can be unlocked from the inside and Nicky would’ve needed a key....but still. The things I forgive for the sake of plot. 
13:25 - Damn. Brumback was a real jerk. “I know what you really are.” Do you know how painful that would be for Malcolm to hear? Regardless of what he almost did to Nicky? Everywhere Malcolm goes people accuse him of being just like his father. Is it surprising that in a moment of weakness, with teenage hormones, Malcolm snapped and said, “Eff it. They think I’m a murderer anyways.”
13:26 - OMG. How bad were the kids at this school?!?! Brumback expelled so many kids. Holy hell. Also - Brumback is wearing a wedding ring. Did he get divorced before he died? Did his wife pass away before him? Why was his family not part of this investigation at all?
13:31 - Brumback writing “Malcolm Whitly” instead of Malcolm Bright is....ouch. I just. My heart breaks for Malcolm.
13:37 - OMG. Traumatized people going through PTSD flashbacks should not be unattended next to a pool of water. Honestly - I thought our boy was going to drown. Which the whumper in me would’ve loved but also I don’t think it was right for the plot on this one. 
14:38 - Martin is such a liar. He definitely thinks he’s God’s gift to the Earth. 
15:02 - Martin knows a lot about the security zones. Something tells me this isn’t the first time he’s contemplated escaping. 
15:04 - Oh shit. Daryl has an imaginary cell mate. I know that’s a serious mental illness and I shouldn’t laugh but OMG. The moment Martin realizes that Daryl is delusional is priceless. hahahaha
15:25 - How much to do want to bet Mr. David has a red key card? Martin’s grin confirms it. 
15:40 - Wow. The classrooms in this high school are really big. I would’ve thought this fancy private school would have smaller class sizes.
15:49 - YES. OMG. Malcolm walking into that classroom soaking wet is golden. *chef’s kiss* Look at Gil’s face - it’s a mixture of concern and disbelief. He’s soooo worried about Malcolm right now. <3 
16:07 - It’s a good thing Malcolm’s rich because that phone is never going to be useful again. 
16:20 - ahhahahaha OMG. WTF. Gil’s little twinkle-finger wave is hilarious. 
16:38 - This whole scene Gil is just staring at Malcolm with so much concern. It warms my cold, dead heart. <3
16:46 - Do you think Malcolm looked for his name in the book? Is it the same book? Do you think Brumback expelled enough kids that this is a new black book?
17:08 - Ok. So I immediately don’t like Louisa. That level of confidence and self-absorption is very unattractive. 
17:25 - Louisa volunteers in the library. That’s how she got access to the poison. 
17:35 - “Dude. You’re dripping.” “Yeah. Water does that.” Can Malcolm be this sassy every episode?!? I’m living for it. 
17:57 - “Boys right? Oof” haha I love Malcolm talking to teenagers. I want it in every episode. ALSO - the jock’s story about the two girls - I’m sorry, but I just don’t see how that an expulsion level offence unless the kid is leaving something out of the story. 
18:31 - Of course they talked about this before they came there. DELANEY WARNED THEM. But mostly to keep his little cheating ring hush hush. 
18:55 - And just like that we’ve been blessed with Malcolm in casual clothes. Wish I could’ve seen Gil question Malcolm’s swim though. 
19:26 - OMG. Edrisa is such a cute little nerd. <3 Protect her at all costs. 
20:00 - Gil and Jessica arguing is amazing. I’m loving it and hating it. Because I want them to live happily ever after in a fairytale world but I do enjoy the drama. 
20:06 - hahaha look at how Jessica just pushes Gil to the side and plows on to Malcolm. This woman is fierce.
20:11 - Yes. Yes Malcolm. Tell Mom she has unrealistic and insensitive expectations of you.
 20:18 - What kind of school is this?!? The board of trustee members are buddy buddy with the students?!? 
20:22 - “They’re all from impeccable families.” “So was I” Mic drop. Watch Malcolm drop the truth bombs. This is maybe the best line in this episode. 
20:30 - “And just like you - none of them is capable of murder.” .....well this sentence is going to come back and bite Jessica in the butt later this season. 
20:44 - The fact that these kids think Edrisa is a freshman is actually hilarious to me. 
20:50 - OMG. “Welcome to boarding school. Bitch.” I was ready for Louisa to die right here. She just punched Edrisa and then called her a bitch. No no no. Edrisa is a quirky treasure and we must protect her. 
21:00 - Damn. I wish we got to see the team’s reaction when they found out one of their teenage suspects assaulted their favourite M.E.
21:10 - Why is it soooo attractive when Malcolm wears casual shirts under a suit jacket? 
21:53 - “My vote is for Louisa. The girl’s got a heavy fist.” hahaha I love Edrisa. SO SO much. 
22:05 - Soooo is Jessica some sort of consultant now? They used her to interview cult extractors and now rich, teenage murder suspect. Is she the “rich person investigator” now?
22:11 - Does Louisa know that Malcolm is Jessica’s son?
23:04 - Louisa is a bad liar. 
24:15 - Delaney should be ashamed. He told Nicky who Malcolm’s dad was. He is the reason that Malcolm got locked in a closet for 3 days. He is the reason Malcolm is claustrophobic. This man should have his teaching license seized and be charged with child abuse. What he did was absolutely despicable. 
24:35 - “My mom’s sending a car.” It’s nice that Malcolm doesn’t always refer to Jessica as “mother”
25:00 - This is heartbreaking. I hope Nicky got expelled. If he didn’t - Malcolm experience a bigger injustice than we were lead to believe. Look at Nicky walking away from Malcolm. That kid has no remorse. I don’t blame Malcolm for seeking revenge. Malcolm keeps getting burned by people. Something had to give eventually.
25:30 - The biggest crime this episode committed is that we only saw Malcolm getting comfort from DELANEY. Honestly. Where was my papa Gil moment?!? Or a Dani+Malcolm moment?!?
25:51 - I doubt Delaney tried to stand up for Malcolm. He probably encouraged the expulsion. 
26:05 - “Please.” Yikes. This has been torturing Malcolm for years. Who sold him out? Who ruined his last chance at a happy childhood? Who allowed him to be traumatized further? Who gave him the hand tremor (assuming we’re ignoring the S1 canon). 
26:38 - What. A. Getaway. This school is full of crazy rich kids.
26:55 - “This time”?!? Doesn’t Martin always root for the killer?
27:05 - I love everything about this interaction between Martin and Malcolm. I love how upset Malcolm is. I love how Malcolm calls out Martin for being a bad dad. I love that Martin just sits there and takes it. Martin even looks a little sad. It makes me wonder - did Martin know about Delaney’s cheating ring? Did Martin manipulate Delaney into thinking Malcolm was a threat and convince him to get Malcolm expelled? I can see Martin doing it. If for no other reason than to tarnish the “Milton legacy” at Remington. 
28:04 - UGH. I want to see how Malcolm got out of that closet SO BAD. Who found him? How close to death was he? PLEASE TELL ME IT WAS GIL. Why didn’t Jessica investigate when Malcolm didn’t show up at the Hamptons as planned? 
28:13 - “How you wish that were true.” Ouch. Martin is a real asshole. He knows just how to destabilize Malcolm’s confidence. 
28:56 - Even now, Martin is trying to manipulate Malcolm. Their relationship is so dysfunctional, beautiful, heartbreaking, and complex. I could watch them interact forever. 
29:31 - Look at that little head shake from Mr. David. Martin’s cell is not soundproof. Mr. David heard everything. Mr. David always hears everything. Mr. David knows about Endicott. Istg. 
30:12 - Delaney is a scumbag. He might not be a serial killer but he’s another male, adult asshole who gained Malcolm’s trust and then stabbed him in the back. 
30:37 - OK. So I know, I’ve been hypothesizing that Mr. David is an ally to Martin’s crazy schemes, or that he worked for Endicott, or that Martin is going to try to kill Mr. David. BUT YO. IF MR. DAVID DIES I WILL THROW HANDS. HE’S SUCH A GREAT CHARACTER. 
31:40 - This is a weirdly fancy room for video games. Also I miss JT. He should be here. I wish he was here. He would’ve been so good in this episode. Can you imagine his facial expressions and comments when he finds out little tidbits about Malcolm’s teenage past?! It would’ve been comedic GOLD. Couldn’t Tally give birth during a less interesting episode?!?! 
32:15 - I’m convinced that Malcolm isn’t actually upset that Delaney’s crime is running the cheating ring. I think Malcolm’s upset because he just realized the only positive male role model (aside from Gil) that he had as a teenager was a manipulative liar who betrayed him. Malcolm just realized that this dude never cared about him and he’s crushed.
32:27 - Wait. Does Delaney make the kids pay him for the answers? Because that actually makes sense. 
33:08 - This whole scene where Molly runs out of the back room and Dani says, “who are you running from?” is really cringey to me. 
33:19 - Oh great. Now the guy who betrayed Malcolm is touching the back of Malcolm’s neck. JUST LIKE GIL DOES. Well....something tells me that’s going to taint how comforting Malcolm find’s that gesture coming from Gil for a while. Malcolm just isn’t allowed to be happy. Even for a moment. It’s a shame. I also love it. 
33:40 - Awww...poor Malcolm is claustrophobic and he gets locked in the vault with a dying man. Look how desperate he is to get out of there - to save Delaney and to save himself more mental distress. 
33:53 - Look at Malcolm panicking here. He tries to hide his panic as concern for Delaney but he’s clearly freaking out about being trapped in a smallish space. 
34:25 - Yep. Malcolm didn’t think he could trust Daryl because Daryl is delusional. SO Martin threatens to murder Daryl and then metaphorically stabs the dude in the back. This is perfectly in character. 
35:25 - Damn. Louisa is seriously mentally ill. She has zero empathy. 
35:57 - Malcolm projecting his mental issues on the killer du jour is always simultaneously cringey and amazing to me. 
36:26 - I’m not going to lie. Daryl screaming “He’s a Judas” as he was dragged away was hilarious. 
37:04 - Holy shit. This took a turn. I’ll be honest - I don’t blame Malcolm for almost killing Nicky. But it does scare me. 
38:35 - That story must have been haunting Malcolm for 15 years. I bet you he’s never told anyone not even Gabrielle. He’s had nightmares about it. Because he knows he’s capable of murder. Just like Martin. That terrifies Malcolm more than anything in the world. 
39:12 - sooooo Delaney just heard that whole confession. Delaney lives. Something tells me this is going to be a problem for Malcolm when Endicott’s murder is investigated later in the season.
39:35 - “Are you insane?” “Maybe.” That’s it. That’s the show. 
40:00 - Two questions: 1) Where is Dani? 2) Why does Gil not know where Malcolm is right now?
40:22 - Look Fedak screwed us over. We didn’t get to see Gil find Malcolm half-dead on the floor of that library vault. BUT this scene almost makes up for it. 
40:24 - Malcolm wrapped in a blanket is so so cute. I just want to hug him. I want Gil to hug him. Ugh. <3 
40:28 - I love that you can tell that Malcolm and Gil have had this sort of discussion about Malcolm’s sense of self-preservation numerous times in the past. Gil looks sooooo pissed. And concerned. 
40:35 - Malcolm’s imitation of Gil makes me so so so so happy. I just. Ugh. It’s adorable. Look at how exasperated it makes Gil. Look at Dani’s reaction to it. This might be the greatest “found family”. scenes this show has given us to date. 
40:55 - “All in a day’s work.” Oh yeah. Gil is super concerned about Malcolm’s mental state. Gil is Worried. I want to see more of it. 
40:57 - I love that Dani just can’t wait anymore. She’s so precious. Look at how excited she is about JT’s baby. <3 I’m in love. She’s so soft here - it’s beautiful and rare for this show to let the audience see this side of Dani. 
41:00 - GIL’S REACTION. <3 OMG. I LOVE HIM. HE LOOKS SO HAPPY. I HOPE JT AND TALLY DUB HIM THE BABY’S UNOFFICIAL GRANDFATHER. 
41:02 - MALCOLM’S FACE. <3 <3 <3 IS THIS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER SEEN A BABY? HE’S SO ENAMORED WITH THIS CHILD ALREADY. LOOK AT HOW MUCH MALCOLM ALREADY LOVES JT’S KID. <3 <3 IT’S SO SOFT. I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO MUCH. 
41:22 - I can’t decide about this scene. On one hand - I think it’s really mature of Malcolm to apologize to Martin. It’s a courtesy that Martin doesn’t deserve. ON THE OTHER HAND - I wonder if Malcolm is only apologizing to throw Martin off balance. I wonder if this is Malcolm’s attempt to manipulate Martin for once. Either way - I love it. 
42:25 - Martin always gets the last word. He always worms his way into Malcolm’s brain and screws with Malcolm’s sense of self. I hate it. But I also find it so captivating. 
43:05 - Sooooo is Martin committing the murder next episode? Or is he just manipulating someone else to commit a murder? Either way - I’m excited. 
If you read this far - I’m flattered. I also think you’re a little crazy. But thanks for hanging out. 
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Secret Voight S2 Part 9 Finale
Summary: The team finally knows that Y/N is Voight's daughter. One secret is out but theres still one secret that's not out. Y/N and Jay's relationship. Will that stay a secret or not? I mean Voight always finds out about things, right?
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Warnings or A/N: This was a pain in the ass to write with writer's block and getting hit with the bad case of a Sinus infection. I apologize as this isnt the best. I hope you guys enjoyed Secret Voight. It had became longer than I orignally wanted but I had fun writing it.
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  By the time, Jay got home you had already took a shower and put on one of his shirt that was bigger on you. You were scrolling through your phone on the couch when you heard the knob twisting open, you turned your head and wa Jay walking in. "Hey baby,"
    You got off the couch and walked over to him and kissed him. "Hi,"
    He moved his arms around your waist and pulled you in for another kiss. When you pulled apart, he smiled at you. You smiled back.
    "Where were you?"
    "Visiting a friend,"
    You nodded and lead him over to the couch. "You mind telling me who this friend is?"
    He nodded. "Yeah. I was visiting Ben's grave,"
    You weren't sure what to say so you didnt say anything. It was a few minutes of not talking until Jay broke the silence. "I think its time,"
   "Time? Time for what?"
  "Time to tell Voight,"
  You looked at him. "Are you sure?"
   He was silent again for a few seconds. "When I was at Ben's grave, it got me thinking that life is too short and anything and anyone can take your life and I dont want to spend anymore time hiding that I love you,"
    Your mouth dropped, this was the first time you heard Jay say this. You felt like you could cry, you felt you heart beating. You felt butterflies fluttering all throughout your stomach. You felt all the good emotions all at once. "I love you too. Let's tell him tomorrow,"
     He nodded and smiled. You moved closer to Jay and straddled him.
    ---
    You and Jay acted like normal when you arrive at the precinct, you two had decided to tell him at the end of the day when everyone else had left. You would occasionally give him a smile and he would do the same to you. You don't know about Jay was feeling but since he was freaking out about Voight finding out a week ago, you knew he was freaking out inside and so were you.
     You had just looked up from your computer and you saw Jay walking into the break room, so you got up from your desk and walked in after him. You walked over to the coffee pot and poured you some coffee. "Are you sure you want to do this today?"
     Jay doesn't hesitate to answer you. "Yes, I'm ready not to keep this a secret anymore,"
      You heard footsteps walk into Intelligence and then Ruzek's walked in. "We got a case,"
    You nodded and put your mug in the sink and walked out to the lobby as Voight was taping a picture to the board. He turned around and looked at all of you then pointed at the board. "This is Raven Jenkins, 18. Jake Harding. 19 They were found murdered in an alleyway,"
    You noticed a file on your desk, you grabbed it and started reading it. "They also had a strain of a substance that is unknown in their system?"
    Voight nodded. "Yes, when the did tests they found a substance in their  stomach that they dont know what it is. The same substance in both stomachs. They also found a bag with a rat on it. They think it is a bad batch of coke but they arent for sure whats all in it, they will call me when they find something out. Reach out to your C.Is,"
     You knew exactly who to talk to
     --
    "Come on, James. I know you know something considering this happened on your block,"
    You have had this C.I since you first moved back to Chicago and you worked for the other precinct. James looked like he didn't know what you were talking about. You got him on a minor drug case. "Just cause it happened on my block doesnt mean I know what happened,"
     You rolled your eyes. "You dont know what happened. Bullshit, what was it that you told me the first time I arrested you? Oh yeah, 'this is my block and I know everything that goes down on it,' or are you scared of this new player?"
     He just looked at you and shrugged.
     You werent having this. "You want to play this way, fine,"
     You walked over to his car and looked in the window and saw a bag of white powder on his floorboard. You reached for his door handle and opened the car. You picked up the bag, opened and smelled it. "Jay,"
     Jay walked over to you and he smelled it as well. "Coke,"
     "Either, you can be straight with me or I can arrest you for this. You choice,"
     James looked at the bag in your hand then back to you. "Alright fine, I truly dont know much, honestly. There keeping this secret. The name Darin Wentz has been thrown around,"
    "Is he the supplier or is he the one selling it?"
    "I dont know. Ive just heard the name, its been hush hush. But I think the seller,"
    You reached in your pocket and hand him some money and walked up to him. "Next time I catch you with drugs, I will lock your ass up and make sure they throw away the key got it,"
     Jay looked at him. He held up the bag. "We'll be taking this,"
    ---
    You walked up to the board and taped a picture up "This is Darin Wentz,"
    Jay walked up to the board and pointed at him. "He was multiple charges including drug possession, selling it, armed robbery, assault, battery, you think it, hes done it,"
    Kim walked up to the board and tapped another picture and it looked like it was from a pod camera. "Okay so me and Ruzek went through pod footage and we saw the murder. It was a drug deal gone bad. But towards the end of the video, theres this,"
     She tapped another picture on the board and it show what looked like was a female arm with a tattoo on the wrist and it was your name. Every one turned and looked at you. "I don't know why you guys are looking at me for. I don't know anyone with a tattoo like that,"
    But in reality, that tattoo does look familiar. "My name is common,"
    Voight walked up to the front of the room. "Do we have an address for this Darin Wentz guy?"
    You walked back over to your desk and picked up the file and read it. "Yes, 2354 west point,"
    Voight nodded. "Alright suit up! We leaving as soon as we get the warrant,"
    ---
    The team was all a little ways down the street, almost ready to hit the house. "Halstead and Dawson I want you to hit the door. Burgess, Ruzek, Atwater I want you in the back. Y/N, you  go in after to clear the rest of the house. Got it?"
   "Yes sir,"
   The guys quietly walked up to the door, Jay grabbed the doorknob but it was locked and Jay kicked the door down and as soon as they went in, you went in after them. Check room after room with Voight. You heard a few shots but not many. "Boss, living room,"
   You had just finished checking the last of the room when Dawson said that, you put your gun back in its holster and walked towards the living room. The team was surrounding something but you couldnt see who or what it was. Voight saw you trying to push through but stopped you. "Y/N. Don't. Wait,"
    You gave your dad a confused look but pushed past him and the rest of the team and once you saw who was sitting on the couch, it was as it someone punch all the air out of your body. You felt yourself stumble but sturdy hands steady you.
     The person on the couch was your dead mother alive. "Y/N,"
    You felt tears wailing up as well as you couldnt breathe, you pushed whosoever hands were holding you steady and ran out the door. You walked over to Jay's truck and slid down on the ground. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to not let the tears fall.
      How is she alive? Did your grandma live to you? All these years, she was alive and she didn't try to contact you but yet has your name tatted on her wrist?
    You jumped at the feeling of someone's hand on your shoulder, you opened your eyes up and saw that it was Jay. At this point, you didn't care what Voight saw or heard or thought. You just wanted to be in his arms. You threw yourself at Jay and Jay didnt hesitate to wrapped his arms around you. "What happened in there?"
    You didn't move an inch while replying to him. "Shes my mother,"
    ----
    "Where's my daughter?"
    The team had brought your mother im for questioning and you were sitting on the other side of the glass watching Jay and Voight do it as you didnt want her to see you.
    Jay knowing what I wanted ingored the question "What do you know about these deaths?"
    She ingored that question. "Where is my daughter?"
    Your dad who was silent at the table was getting more pissed. Jay ingored that. "What are they mixing in these drugs?"
    She ingored it. "I want to see my daughter,"
    It was your dad who answered. "Yeah that's not gonna happen,"
    "I have a right as shes my daughter,"
   Voight abruptly slammed his hand on the table. "She's not your daughter. She's mine,"
     "The hell she isn't,"
     "Was she your daughter when you overdosed? Was she your daughter when you disappeared? Was she your daughter all this time when you didnt care to reach out to her?"
      "Im not talking til I see her,"
     "Then you can sit here for the next 48 hours,"
      With that Voight and Jay walked out of the room, you walked out into the hallway and met them and then together you walked into the lobby. Voight looked at everyone in the room. "Does anyone have any leads to why Wentz could be?"
      Wentz wasn't as the house.
     "No, we looked through his social media accounts and all throughout his house and nothing. How did it go with you know,"
    "She's not talking,"
    Before I could say anything, Trudy walked in looking grim. "What's wrong?"
    "They just found three more overdoses and they had bags with rats on them,"
     You went to the scene and the place was absolutely wrecked. Trash everywhere, dirty dishes, broken plates, glass. It was disgusting. The victims were one sixteen year old, and two eighteen years olds.
       You shook your head at the bodies that were slummped over. "Screw it, I'll met you guys back at the precinct,"
     Jay called after you. "What are you doing?"
     "Talking to her,"
     -
    Voight and Jay decided to come with you as the rest of the team finished up with the crime scene.
    Your hand was on the doorknob and you took a deep breath. Right as soon as you were about to open the door, Jay comes up to you. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
    "Yeah, as much as I dont want to her to see me, shes the only connection we got to Wentz,"
    You opened the doorknob and walked into the room, Jay following. She sat up when she saw you. "Like father like daughter, huh?"
    You held up on your hand to make her stop talking, you walked to the table and sat down. "Don't do that,"
     "Do what?"
    "Talk to me as if you didnt disappear,"
     "I-"
     You held up your hand to stop her from talking. "Yeah, I don't care about your lame excuses right now. All I care about is the case,"
    Your mom opened her mouth but shut it for a few seconds then opened it. "Fine, what do you want to know?"
    "Where's Wentz?"
    "I dont know, I haven't seen him in a few days,"
    You rolled your eyes. "Come on Carrie, I know youre lying. You were saying at his place,"
    She didn't answer about that. "You look just like me when I was your age,"
    You scoffed. "At least I didnt become a drug addict and abandoned her child,"
    You grabbed the file that was on the table and placed the pictures on the table. "Raven Jenkins, 18. Jake Harding, 19. Your friend killed them and we just found more kids that overdosed on this drug,"
     She looked at the pictures for a few second then shoved them away. "I don't want to talk about them. I want to talk about us,"
     "Yeah, I don't. There's more important things to discuss,"
     "Y/N please-"
    Before you could say anything, Jay beat you to it. "She said she didn't want to talk about it. All we give a damn about is getting Darin Wentz off the streets and for kids not to be overdosing on a bad batch of dope,"
    Your mom sighed. "I truly dont know where he is. I had just met him a month ago. I only knew where the house you pick me up was,"
    You nodded. "How do you contact him or who does he contact you?"
    "My phone,"
    Before you could say anything, you heard the door open and you saw Voight come in. "Can you set up a meet?"
    She looked at Voight confused. "What do you mean?"
    "Call him text him whatever ask him to met and we'll talk to him,"
    You and the team were at the club that Wentz regularly goes too. You, Jay and your mom were standing at the bar waiting for him to show up. "Hes here,"
    Atwater came over the earpiece. "Hes walking from the left side,"
   You looked over and saw him walking up. "I see him,"
    "Darin, hi!"
    Darin looked at your mother and then back to you. "So youre the person I spoke to ont the phone?"
   "Yep, I'm Sera and this is Jake,"
    ---
    You were walking out of precinct by yourself after you gotten back from the club, you and Jay made plans with him to meet tomorrow. You didnt get a chance to tell Voight about you two as today was a busy day. You were always to your car when your mom steps out. You rolled your eyes. "What?"
    "Look, I know you dont want to hear this but-"
   You were going to answer but Jay walked up to you and beat you to it. "No, she told you already that she doesnt want to hear it. Youre the one who fucked up, not her. She only needs you for-"
   You placed a hand on Jay's shoulder. "Its okay, if her telling me why she left gets her to leave me alone, then good,"
   You turned from Jay and looked at your mom. "Lets hear it,"
    Jay nodded as he walked away. "Alright, call me if you need anything,"
    Your mom looked at Jay, you and then sighs. "You guys are clearly in love,"
    You rolled your eyes. "Not gonna talk to you about that,"
    "Alright, your grandmother paid me to leave,"
    You rolled your eyes. "Oh really now?"
    "Your grandmother paid me a lot of money to abandoned you so she get custody,"
    You scoffed. "Regardless of what grandma did, you still CHOSE to abandoned me. You chose not to reach out after I turned eighteen,"
    "I thought you wouldnt want to see me,"
    "You never gave me the chance to figure that out, did you?"
     "Im sorry, I didn't think i had a choice in the matter. She was threatening me to get me locked up if i stayed around,"
    "Once again, couldve came and saw me when I turned eighteen. Look, thanks for tell me what happened but it still didnt change anything,"
     -----
     "Everything is clear, no sign of him,"
    You and Jay were standing in the middle of a warehouse waiting from Wentz. He's ten minutes late. You held up your speaker that was in your sleeve to your lips. "I'm about to say screw it. Hes not coming,"
      Things were quiet for a second before Ruzek came over. "Black suv coming from the right,"
    Voight came over it this time. "Remember, no one makes a move till we get a view on the drugs,"
    You didn't say anything as the suv was pulling up. Jay had walked up beside you. You getting the vibe that he wants to protect you but also knows that you can handle yourself.
     The door opened up and it revealed Wentz and two others. Wentz walked up to us empty handed but one of the other two had a briefcase. "You got the money?"
     Jay grabbed the dufflebag and showed them the cash. "You got the product?"
    Wentz snapped at the guy and pointed at the table. The guy walked over to the table, sat the suitcase on it and opened the briefcase. It had revealed the drug with a rat on the bag. You picked it up and held it up in the direction you knew Burgess was at taking photos. You placed the bag down on the table."Got the rat,"
     Voight came over the walkie. "Take them,"
    "CHICAGO PD!"
    Wentz and his associates looked back and then looked back at you guys and you had your guns pulled out. "You're under arrested,"
   ----
   You had decided not to tell Voight yet but you had also decided that you didn't care if he found out or not. You and Jay werent gonna go out of your way to hid it anymore. You and Jay were laying on the couch at Jay's laughing about some stupid thing Jay said after work when you heard someone knock on your door. Jay pushed you off him as you were laying on top of him. "Dick,"
     Jay chuckled. "I have one,"
     Jay's smiled didnt fade when he saw Voight, he moved to the side so he could be let in. Your dad eyed you laying on the floor but it didnt seem to surprise you. "Hey dad,"
     Voight looked at you and then looked at Jay. Jay opened his mouth but you beat him to it. "Yep, we're dating and I really don't care what you say. I'm older enough to make my own decision,"
     Voight chuckled. "You guys really think I didn't know? Come on now, Intelligence is my unit. I know everything that happens. Plus, I saw you guy kiss the other day,"
      You and Jay both said oh at the same time. "So what are you gonna do about it?"
     Voight shrugged. "Youve been handling dating and working together for a while now so nothing. Just tomorrow go and fill out the proper HR forms,"
     You both looked at Voight shocked. "Like you said Y/N you are older enough to make your own decisions and I know Jay is smart enough not to do anything stupid. Plus, I just want you to be happy,"
     Voight looked at you two more last time before leaving.
     "That was...."
     "Unexpected," You finished.
     Jay looked over at you. "But that means i can kiss you whenever i want without worrying if Voights gonna catch us,"
    Jay walked over to you and attacks your face with kisses.
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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 31
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A/N: It’s been a while but as we come to the final chapters of this series I’d just like to say thank you to all those who have supported me throughout this series. 
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Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s older sister and you have a thing for a certain Serpent.
This chapter: Based on season 2 episode 19 - With the Black Hoods return, there’s a buzz in the air, a buzz of fear, a tension that looms between everyone. 
Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews
Word count: 3,448
Warnings: underage drinking, strong language
Recap of the series: 
You are Archie’s older sister and with the pressure of college looming and the trouble of having to be the perfect daughter for Fred after your Mom left, you fall into the world of FP Jones. Crushing on him since forever you never dreamt that the older man would also harbour feelings now that you are older. Leaving behind your perfect world of straight A’s and cheerleading you have focused on trying to help FP overcome his alcoholism and bring his son back to him. This leads to a romance blossoming and you joining the Serpents to be closer to the older man and the Southside. But a relationship like yours doesn’t come without complications and hardships especially in a town like Riverdale with murder, prison time, gang rivalry, civil war, statues losing their heads and Penny Peabody. Things seem to get worse everyday and that’s when the black hood appears; targeting ‘sinners’ and what’s worse than a young girl being ‘corrupted’ by an older man, sex, bikes and becoming a gang member. 
Being the older sister also meant having to watch out for Archie. With Hiram Lodge returning to town, Archie is dragged into the family business as he dates Hiram’s favourite daughter. Getting involved with Archie’s affairs meant Hiram also trying to use you against your will. Blackmail and threats from the man manipulate you to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. After occupying indecent photos of you and FP together and with the information that you’re a Serpent, Hiram felt no guilt using that against you to go against your own family,
However, when your father runs for mayor against the Lodge’s, Hiram uses one of his many minions to out the fact you’re a Serpent to your dad live on television. The light of this knowledge and the discovery of your Serpent jacket leads to high tensions not only between you and Fred but Fred and FP as well. 
You decide to leave your childhood home and move in with FP and Jughead but something has seemed off over the past week or so and when the school musical rolls around, you understand why. 
FP still has feelings for Alice Cooper and his conflicted emotions between the two of you leads to heartbreak as you observe him watch Alice and Hal together at the musical’s opening night. 
Nevertheless, there are bigger problems to face as the supposedly dead Blackhood has returned, leaving a dead body and a bloody message on the set of ‘Carrie the Musical’ leaving you scared for not only yourself but FP and your father who the Blackhood failed to kill the first time round...
Now: S2 E19 
Everything seemed to pass in a blur after the opening night of the musical. Midge’s funeral rolled around quickly and it didn’t shock you to the amount of people who attended. She was a popular girl and the way she died was horrific. 
You stood beside Jughead and FP as the funeral commenced. You were trying to avoid eye contact with your father, it was the first time you had seen Fred since you moved out, since the night of the musical. 
You laid down the rose you held in your hand on top of her casket as Cheryl stood with her Vixen and sang for Midge. 
You desperately wanted to reach out and hold FP’s hand but you knew you couldn’t with so many people around but with the murder fresh in everyone’s minds you almost forgot that you were upset with FP. 
As the funeral came to an end, you rushed after your brother and his friends. You wrapped your arm around his waist and ducked under his arm as you walked. You were worried about Archie, he used to be so obsessed with the Black Hood that you feared the obsession would now return. You just hoped it didn't end with him being buried alive again.
“Have you spoken to Dad?” Arch asked you quietly. 
“No.” You admitted, looking down at your feet for a second to avoid Archie’s disappointed reaction. 
You felt Archie stand still and you rose your head to see the Sheriff approach Mrs. Klump. 
You could almost hear the remark inside Veronica’s head that this wasn’t going to be pretty. 
“Mrs. Klump?” Sheriff Keller sped up to catch Midge’s mother who walked arm-in-arm with Cheryl Blossom. “I just wanted you to know that the Sheriff Department is working around––” 
Keller was shortly cut off by Mrs. Klump’s palm connecting with his cheek. You had to refrain from gasping at the assault. 
“You were supposed to be protecting our children.” Mrs. Klump hissed, “you should be ashamed of yourself.” 
You watched Mrs Klump walk off but Cheryl stay behind, you couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but you didn’t doubt it was anything less than a threat or a rich insult. 
“I better get going.” You pulled away from Archie as Kevin ran up to his father to see if he was okay. 
“Please speak to Dad. He’s worried about you.” Archie frowned as you started backing away. 
“I’m sorry, Arch.” You sighed as you dug your hands in your pocket. You drove FP here since you thought it was too dangerous to ride his bikes in weather this bad so you knew he’d be waiting for you. Jughead refused the ride since he wanted to go to Pop’s with Betty and your brother after the funeral. 
“(Y/N)!” You heard your fathers voice behind you as you were making your way towards your car. 
You slowed as you heard him running to catch you up.
“Dad.” You turned to face him but it took everything in your power not to run away. 
“Look, (Y/n), I want you back in the house.” He started, 
“Dad, can’t we talk about this another time?” You tried pushing your way out of this conversation but Fred refused to give up.
“No, I want to talk about it now.” You noticed Fred’s eyes flicker past your head to wear FP was stood.  “I don’t like you living on the Southside with everything that’s going on at the moment.” 
You didn’t respond. You just waited to hear what else he wanted to say. 
“With what happened with Midge, I just want to know you’re safe. I can’t have both you and Archie out the house all the time, at least with Archie I see him get home in the evenings––”
“I am safe.” You interrupted him. “I’m with Jughead and FP at Sunnyside. I have the Serpents and we protect our own. There’s safety in numbers.”
“Safety in numbers?” Fred scoffed, “Look how many people were at Pop’s the morning I was shot. Look how many people were at the high school when Midge was murdered and nailed to a wall.” 
“I’m not coming home.” You stood your ground as Fred grew more irritated with you. “You can’t accept who I am. I can’t live in a house where I’m looked at with disgust.”
“I can’t accept who you are? (Y/n), the Serpents are everything they’re made out to be. You’re falling into a life of crime and danger. You have everything at your finger tips, a good college, a secure future and you’re throwing it away for a leather jacket and some so-called-friends?” Fred seemed to have snapped.
You shook your head and stuck your tongue into your cheek.
“I’ll see you later, Dad.” You retorted, shaking your head as your turned on your heels. 
“Everything alright?” FP asked as you pulled out your car keys. 
“Just peachy.” You grumbled, unlocking your car for the man to climb in. 
You didn’t speak to FP the whole ride back to Sunnyside. You just listened to music and the sound of your windscreen wipers when the snow landed on your car. He knew you needed space. 
You switched off your car engine as you pulled into the driveway but you didn’t exit the car just yet. 
“You coming in?” FP asked, his brow furrowed as you didn’t move.
“I think I might go for a drive. Clear my head.” You told him, not looking towards him as you spoke. 
“Alright.” FP pressed his lips into a thin line. “Don’t be too late.” He placed his hand on your thigh but you refused to react. 
FP took the hint and left the car, heading into his trailer. 
You sighed and leant your head forward onto your steering wheel. Why did things have to get so much more complicated?
You found yourself outside your childhood house after leaving Sunnyside. You wanted to talk to Archie. You were genuinely worried for your dad but it wasn't the right time for you to be back in the house. No matter how much you clashed heads at the moment, you knew he was the one in most danger. After all, he was the first one who came to mind when you asked yourself who escape the Black Hood. 
You spotted the deputy outside your house staring at you and so you left. You headed to the White Wyrm for a while. You didn’t know where else to go, you didn’t want to be at the trailer alone with FP right now. You couldn’t believe that was something you could of ever thought but things weren’t right and with the Black Hood’s return it was best to keep your distance. 
You didn't return to Sunnyside until late and fortunately Juggy was home which meant no alone time with FP. 
The next day you had to return to school. You spent the whole day inside your own head, your thoughts getting the best of you. 
“Veronica, have you seen Archie today?” You raced after the younger girl as she made her way to the cafeteria. 
“No, I was going to ask you the same thing. He hasn’t been responding to my texts.” She looked equally worried as you felt.
“Weird. I’ll head home after school, I finish early due to free periods anyway and see if he’s there.” You had a bad feeling about this but then again he could be working for Hiram and not wanting to tell Ronnie. Hiram was also going behind people’s backs so you wouldn't be surprised if Archie was picking up the bad habit. 
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You rushed home after school and knocked on the door. 
“Is Archie home?” You asked as soon as your dad opened the door. 
“No, he hasn’t come back yet. He left this morning for school. Why?” He seemed slightly surprised that uni were on his doorstep but the question about Archie made him suspicious. 
“No reason. I just wanted to talk to him, he’s probably at Veronica’s. Don’t worry. Bye.” You tried to end the conversation quickly so you could get back to the car. 
You rang Archie but it went straight to voicemail. 
“Archie, where are you? I’m worried. Call me.” You left a message before hanging up and texting Veronica that he wasn’t at home. 
You didn’t receive a response from Veronica until an hour later whilst you were working to say Archie’s called her and it’s fine but you couldn’t help but feel like she was hiding something. You tried calling Archie again but he didn’t pick up. 
“Come on, Archie.” You muttered as you rang him again. 
“(Y/n)?” Pop called your name from out front and your tucked your phone away. 
“Sorry, Pop’s.” You apologised for making him wait as you picked up the empty. plates and glasses from around the tables in the diner. 
Another hour and a half went by and the lack of response from Archie was driving you up the wall. 
“Pop, is it okay if I leave early today? I’m really not feeling well.” You made up some excuse to leave your shift unfinished and go investigate where the hell your baby brother has gotten to.
Pop reluctantly gave in as you did work more shifts than you were contracted to anyway and it was more than clear something was bothering you. 
You headed to the trailer park so you could grab your phone charger and change out of your work uniform since you had spilt half a milkshake on your skirt when you heard your phone go off earlier but it was only from Toni asking if you’d be around the Wyrm later. 
When you got to Sunnyside, you noticed a car in your usual parking space. You pulled up behind in and that’s when you noticed FP’s door was open. 
You felt your heart drop down into your stomach as you slowly approached the steps to the trailer. 
Inside, you could see FP. 
FP and Alice Cooper. 
FP has his arms wrapped tightly around Alice as she cried into his arms. It reminded you of all the times you’d been in her place. 
You took a step backwards, your whole body felt as heavy as stone. A stick on the earth beneath your feet gave away your presence as FP looked over to you through the door. 
His stare seemed to send a shock wave through you and sent you flying towards your car with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You backed out of your spot and left Sunnyside in the dust. 
You tried calling Archie again. 
“Pick up... Pick up.. Pick up! Fuck!” You grew more annoyed with every ring and eventually threw your phone into your passenger seat. A car horn startled you as you started to drive onto the wrong side of the road, your eyes shot up to the car in front of you and you swerved off the road onto the grass, missing a tree by an inch. 
Your car let out an ugly sound as steam gushed out of the hood. You let the tears fall from your eyes as you rolled your head back against your seat, your knuckles turning white form the grip you had on the steering wheel. 
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FP pulled Alice into his arms as she broke down in front of him. He was shocked to say the least with all the information that fluttered out of Alice’s mouth. 
There was a sharp snap at the door and FP’s eyes met yours. 
He saw the hurt flush your face before you ran off. 
He knew he couldn’t chase after you, not with Alice in the state she was in. You’d have to wait. As much as he didn’t want to leave you upset, he had more pressing matters to deal with. 
Alice pulled away, slightly calmer now and explained more about Chic. He was tied up in Alice’s basement at that current moment and flashbacks about Jason Blossom and the drug dealer from before tortured him. He wasn’t going to let Jughead be dragged into this. Not the way he was with Jason Blossom. 
FP scooped up his phone and jacket as Alice waited for him to get ready to return to her house, he took a second to look at his phone but no messages from you appeared. 
“Come on.” FP placed his hand on Alice’s back and ushered her out the door. He couldn’t let you affect him right now but he knew he’d hurt you and it hurt him. After everything you’d done for him, the past week or so had been torturous as he fought with himself and his feelings. 
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You had managed to stop crying when you finally decided to call a tow truck. Your phone was almost dead, you still hadn’t heard from Veronica or Archie. 
It was dark now. You managed to get out of the car, taking a half empty bottle of whiskey with you which you had forgot about as it sat on your back seat. 
You tugged your Serpents jacket tightly around you as you sat on the hood of your car which had fortunately stopped steaming a while ago. 
You’d almost finished the bottle by the time you saw headlights approach you. 
“Need a ride?” It was Sweet Pea. 
You shook your head. 
“Tow truck should be here any second now.” You raised your wrist your to nose to wipe it with your sleeve. 
“You alright?” Sweet Pea could see your smudged mascara from a mile off even in the dark. 
“Peachy.” You lied. Sweet Pea sent you a look of sympathy just as the tow trucks headlights made an appearance. 
“Sure you don’t want that ride? I’m heading back to Sunnyside anyway.” Sweet Pea stuck around as the tow truck hooked your car up to take it to the garage. 
“I don’t want to go back to FP’s.” You openly admitted.
“Then don’t. There’s spare trailers at Sunnyside, you know. But you can’t just stay here.” Sweet Pea offered you his spare helmet and after a short pause you decided to take it. 
He drove you back to the trailer park and you noticed FP’s trailer had no lights on. No one was home. Perfect timing. 
You unlocked the door and grabbed your bag, throwing in your clothes and belongings. 
You heard the trailer door behind you open as you rushed around the trailer. 
“Hey, what’s going on here?” Jughead was the first one to enter, he looked at you with a look of confusion as you piled your things together. 
“I’m leaving.” You admitted. “Tonight.” 
“Hey, woah, woah...” FP entered behind Jug and tried taking hold of the bag in your hand. “Let’s talk about this.” 
“You’re going home?” Jughead asked, referring to the Andrews residence. 
“There’s an empty trailer on the other side of the trailer park. I work enough to afford rent, I’ll be out of your boys way.” You tugged the bag away from FP, trying your hardest not to look him in the face afraid you’ll start tearing up again. 
“This late at night? Just stay until the morning. We can help you tomorrow.” FP tried his best to get you to stay. 
“No. I’m leaving tonight.” You refused to change your mind, flinging your hair up into a pony tail to get it out of your face. 
“Well, let us help you now.” Jughead moved to get some bedding from the cupboard and faced you with a sincere look upon his face. 
“It’s fine, Jug.” You tried to take the bedding from him but he stepped backwards and headed towards the door. 
You figured it was easier to not resist the help from Jughead as he helped you take your stuff to the trailer across the park. 
“Where’s your car?” Jughead asked as you lugged the stuff over on foot. 
“Engine problems.” You said, not lying entirely but not telling the whole truth. 
“Look, (Y/N), I don’t know what’s happened for you to suddenly want your own space but you can talk about it, you know?” Jughead almost made you smile with how much he was trying. 
“There’s just a lot going on right now, Jug.” That’s all he was going to get from you that night and he took the hint. 
“Right, I’ll come round with some cereal tomorrow, I doubt you had the time to food shop with this impromptu move.” Jughead said lightheartedly, 
“Goodnight Jug.” You walked him to the front door and closed it as he returned to his own home. 
It wasn’t long after he left that you had a knock on the door. 
“Jug, whatever it is, I don’t need it tonight––” You opened the door to see it wasn't Jughead at all. 
“Do you really think it’s a smart move to be living alone right now?” FP had a face of fury as he stood on the outside of your trailer. 
“Goodnight FP.” You went to close the door on him only for his hand to stop you as he forced his way into your trailer, closing the door behind him. 
“Don’t shut me out, girl.” FP warned you. 
“Shut you out? That’s rich.” You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest.
“In case you forgot, there’s a murderer on the loose. Killing victims he believes have sinned.” FP ignored your remark, 
“Actually it's kind of hard to forget that when that same murderer tried to kill my own father.” You snapped back. 
“(Y/n), what are you doing?” FP sighed, gesturing to the trailer around you. 
“Giving you space. Giving me space. Every time I look at you, I see you with Alice Cooper or looking at Alice Cooper or at Alice Cooper’s house! All I have done is be there and I don’t want to be there anymore if Alice is there too.” You thought you sounded ridiculous. Like a school girl crushing on her teacher who she couldn’t have. 
“Alice? Alice?! Alice came to me earlier because she told me that she kept our kid back from high school and that our kid had died! She blames herself for it. How can I just turn her away when she’s told me that?!” FP argued. 
“I’m not just talking about earlier!” You exasperate. “It’s constant.” You almost laughed with the pain filling your chest. “I can’t compete. I’m over here following you around like a little puppy dog, thinking you share the same feelings for me but Alice! Alice will always have her claws stuck into you. Meanwhile, I’m just a stupid girl who got her hopes up too high...” You weren’t aware of the tears now leaving your eyes but FP felt a pang in his gut at the sight of you like this. 
“You think I would be risking everything if I didn’t have feelings for you?! Risking losing my son again? Risking my future in this town?” FP couldn’t believe what he was hearing from you. Of course he had feelings for you!
“Exactly! I’m a risk! I’m a problem! Something we have to hide. With Alice, you wouldn’t be risking anything.” 
“God, girl...!” FP threw his hands up in frustration and tried to refrain from hitting the side of the trailer. “Alice is married! Her daughter is dating my son! Yes, we have a history, yes I care about her but I care about you! Hell, I care about you a lot more than I care about most people.” FP didn’t hold back, he didn’t want to lose you but you just seemed to be blocking out everything he was saying. 
“Please just go.” You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Please.” 
“(Y/n)––” FP started, 
“FP. Please.” You opened your glassy eyes as you pleaded. 
FP ran his hand over his head as he turned to leave, all he wanted to do was make things right again. 
You waited until the trailer door closed completely before you sank down the wall and burrowed your face against your knees; tears freely flowing. 
Your phone, which was on charge in the kitchen suddenly buzzed with your ringtone, you got up and picked up the phone. 
“Archie?” You asked, relieved that his caller ID finally came up. 
“(Y/n), where are you? What’s wrong?” Archie must've heard the upset in your voice. 
“Where have you been?” You asked, he was the one who had disappeared all day.
“It’s a long story.” Archie admitted. “I’m coming to Sunnyside now.”
“Hurry.” You ended the call with a whisper and prayed Archie would be quick. 
(PART 32)
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ZEP TIMELINE
This is the timeline of ZEP...based on my observations. 
Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist S1 (and S2 beginning) timeline...based on canon (things we’ve seen (being confirmed) on screen)
WARNING: LONG TEXT POST! 
ZEP TIMELINE
Z = Zoey M = Max S = Simon J = Jessica D = David E = Emily
SEASON 1
1x01
Day 1: Meeting Zoey & her neightbour: Zoey wakes up as Mo plays Wham! music loudly. Meeting her best friend & co-workers. Z/M at coffee shop & going to work. Z saying "Hi" to Simon. Z's job interview with Joan. Meeting her family: Z. at her parents house. All of these things happened on one day... Confirmed by Z's outfit.
Day 2: Unknown number of days later. But pretty soon after... however long it took to with for that doc appoitment. This is probably several days later (but days, not months) Zoey  gets the MRI, the earthquake happens & she gets her powers. Zoey hearing people singing for the 1st time, telling Mo about it.
Day 3: Unknown number of days later, but... not that long after, because she could not have gone through many days after getting the power without hearing her co-workers (and Max) sing to her... so it's probably the next day...or a few days after the MRI. Also: it's  a Tuesday. Zoey wakes up to Mo singing again. 5 days til the Sprk Point watch launch! Z & L working late trying to fix the bug, Z. hearing S sing "Mad World" & telling Mo about it in the club.
Day 4: Next day after Day 3. Because Z. tells M. that she went to a club last night (hence the 4 cups of coffee, cause she didn't get much sleep). 3.5 (three and a half) days til launch. Z takes a lunch break & they have their 1st grief talk/therapy session. S's dad died 5 months ago. Z. & her mom have a talk about pills/meds & more. All same day cause of Z's outfit.
Day 5: Unknown number of days later. But based on everything it's one day after Day 4. Z. wants to tell M. about her power, asking about "mind reading" ability. Leif sings "all I do is win". Z. goes to get a cheesequake & runs into S. & Jessica... and runs... Z. goes to parents house & hears her day sing "true colours" for 1st time. They plan to go sailing...on Sunday. All happens during same day cause of Z's outfit.
Day 6: Unknown number of days later. But it's not launch day yet, so it's less than 3 days since day 3. Zoey figures out the issue with the watch, they fix it. Z's 2nd job interview & she gets the job.
Day 7: A day or few later. It's Sunday. The Clarkes go sailing
Day 8: Unknown number of days later. It seems it's the next day after the sailing, so Monday (cause she looks happy when she wakes up). It's her 1st day at work as the new team leader. She hears M. sing his 1st heart song.
EXTRA: Most likely ep 1 took place during one week: Day 1 was Monday, Day 2 Tuesday, Day 3 Wed (launch in 5 days aka next Mon), Day 4 Thu, Day 5 Fri, Day 6 Sunday (sailing) & Day 7 Next Monday (launch day, back at work). Though it could be longer between Day 6 & Day 7... it might be the next Monday...so the episode takes place during two weeks, not one.
1x02 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. Z. has a "I got the music in me" dream. Z. & Mo start documenting details about her power. She tells that her NEW ability made her aware  of many things... and then she re-caps the ep 1 heart songs to Mo...so it cannot be that many days later. We're talking about days or a week/few weeks. Z. gives her "new boss" speech & M. sings his 2nd song to her (Sucker). We know it's only his 2nd song, cause she tells Mo that "he sang...again...and this time it was less ambigious song". M. asks Z. on a non-date to HandPicked on Thursday night. Z. sets M. up with Autumn.  Z. hears "Moondance" Day 2: Unknown number of days later...but we know it's not Thursday yet...so it's soon after. Z. asks Mo advice about "Moondance". Z. is not happy with the team, and stays to work alone al night. M. goes to HandPicked with A. Day 3: Next day after Day 2. Z. wakes up at work. Makes a presentation in sweats. Talks "Moondance" with mom. M. bring butterscotch pudding from HandPicked for Z's dad. Day 4: Unknown number of days later. Z. asks advice from S. about leading  a team. Reads her journal to the team, gets them to listen to her. Maggie sings Moondance to Mitch. Z. sees Max & Autumn at the coffee shop. Z. writes in her journal as Mo comes over to discuss experimenting with her power some more. All the same today because of Z's outfit.
1x03 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. 3 days until Sprk Point Watch Launch Party (Charlies promo). Joan lets the team go home "early" (midnight), Z & M. go to a club where Mo is playing... it's an audition for Simon's engagement party. Day 2: Unknown number of days later, but it's not "launch party" day yet, so most likely next day. Mitch asks for lemonade. Zoey hears "(no) satisfaction" everywhere. Day 3: It's the next day after Day 2, because Joan asks about the good advice Zoey gave her last night when they talked. It's not "launch party" day yet. It's Thursday ("fresh bagels on a Thu morning") Charlie comes to the office for a (sushi) lunch meeting. Charlie bails, the team try to find a replacement "celeb" to demo the watch. Max uses his "one-time favour" call (since the plane ride takes 14 hours & he'd make it on time, it means it's the day before the launch party).  All the same day because of Z's outfit. Day 4: Next day after Day 4. It's Friday & also the Launch Day. Joan takes over the demo.
1x04 Day 1: Unknown number of days since last episode. A little while has passed. Probably weeks. Z. finds about her quiet downstairs neighbour & hears Mo sing a sad song. S. needs a new florist for their engagement party that is happening soon. D & E have the ultrasound pic  that also reveals their baby's sex/gender. M & A. have taken a new step in their relationship...that causes him to sing opera & tells Z. that they're going to Napa over the weekend. Z. follows Mo to the choir practice & he does not appreciate her secretly following him. Z. sees S. & J. at her parents place. All the same day cause of Z. oufit. Day 2-4 : Unknown number of days later. But it's not the weekend yet, so same week. Mo wont talk to Z. +  Same day or next day. D & E. +  Same or next day: Z. taks to the quiet neighbour. Zoey & mom have a talk (over wine) Day 3- 5: Unknown number of days later, but probably the same weeks weekend: The baby's gender reveal party they organized for Mitch...cause "bigger moments". Z. meets Bonnie & talks to Mo. Mo decides to go perform with the choir. It is most likely a Sunday. 
1x05 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. Clarke's look at their childhood toys. It's "peer review" day at work. Mo & Zoey eat at football bar, Z. asks M. about Napa... so it's a bit after that weekend (but I would say a week or few weeks, not months later). Z sees David at the bar Day 2: The next day after Day 1. Z. asks advice from S... to help D & E. She says "i saw my brother out last night" Day 3: Unknown number of days later. Z. brings S. a grief kit, because it's his dad's birthday (so he could be having a "bad day") tomorrow night. M. tells Z. about A's parents coming to town next weekend. Z has a talk with Emily. All the same day, because of Z's outfit. + most likely same day/night: D. coming to see Z. cause of what she told Emily about his "fears" Day 4: The next day after Day 3. Z. & Mo talk. M. & A. break up during a run. Z. talks to S., because it's his dad's birthday... day. S. calls D. to apologize. Maggie tells Mitch she's taking the job. M. calls Z. to tell about breaking up with A. and at the same time S. comes over to her place. And sings "should I stay or should I go"
1x06 Day 1: Starts the same day/night last episode ended. Picks up seconds after 1x05 ended (should I stay or should I go?) Day 2: Next day after  Day 1. Mo tells Z. he saw S. go to her place last night. Jessica comes to talk with Zoey...about the engagement party happening "tonight". So the whole episode takes place during 24 hours (we start with last night & rest of the ep. is all one day)
1x07 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. Z/M movie night...after a while (she reinstated the tradition after he helped with her dad "the other night". So we know it's a few days later. Though there are outfit changes in this episode we know it's the same day, so she's just wearing 3 different outfits (at Mo's, at work, at the spell-iversary party) The Z/S/M elevator ride tells us that it's probably their first day back to work after the engagement party fiasco, so it's probably Monday. Then its Max's flash-mob performanace. That leads to her telling him about her powers. The same night they have a fallout at the club. Day 2: Next day after Day 1. Z. tells Mo "guess who I heard singing last night at the club?" Then Zoey has an honest talk with Max...giving him "the truth"...though considering the math I am doing here Z's line "I'm here to do what I should've done months ago" sounds strange, cause it's barely a few months since Pilot events. Same with S's comment to Max that "you & Z. weren't hanging out for a while...I noticed" (when that has lasted just a few days during their "not talking" phase in ep 7...unless we also count time time he was with A., so they spent less time together, and thats what S. noticed). And in the end she sees Leif & Joan kiss. We know all that is one day because of Z's outfit.
  1x08 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. But it's days or a week/few weeks after last eps events. Z. is planning Emily's babyshower. All of the events of the episode take place during the Glitch Day (the Sprk watch glitch + Zoey's powers glitch)... from the Z/M elevator ride, where he says he needs space til the night when she goes & faces her dad & sings to him. But if we assume their movie night happen once a week then it's a week later. Yet it has to be pretty soon after, cause Zoey hasn't met Howie yet, who started working for Mitch in the end of last episode. 
1x09 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. It's Friday (because Max says "tomorrow is Saturday"...when Ava tells to come in for an interview tomorrow) Z. cooks at Mo's place and breaks her finger...which Howie helps fix, then has a "need clarity" talk (about the kiss) with Simon. Ava comes to invite Max to the 6th floor... We know this is the same day because of Max's outfit. Day 2: The next day after Day 1. The "brunch", Z. meeting Howie's daughter, Max visiting 6th floor. It's Saturday. Mo tells Zoey about the brunch. We know it's one day later cause Z. says to Mo "this is a completely different you (opinion) than yesterday" Day 3:  A few days later...most likely Monday...the first day back at work. Abigail comes to visit. Max tells Zoey about the promotion. During their 80s workout Z tells Mo about Abigail's visit that morning, & about her "we're done" talk with S. that day. So it's all the same day. Day 4: Unknown number of days later. Seems like the next day, but could be a few days later: Zoey arrives to work to see Simon & Jessica break up. 
1x10 Day 1: Four days later. Cause Mo says "the boy just broke up 4 days ago" as Zoey is getting ready to go to work... This seems to imply that it's Monday...and 4 days ealier was Thursday (and S. just didn't come to work on Fri, hence they haven't seen since). Max moves to 6th floor & nobody even notices/cares. Z. and S. arrange a date for "tonight" & then she bails when he sings the same song again. Then she tells all about it to Mo later. Day 2: Unknown number of days later. Seems like the very next day. The bakeoff & 4th vs 6th floor things. Day 3: The next day after Day 2. Because Z. says "what you did yesterday was really rough" to M. Max comes to get his things from his old desk, M & Z have a "fight". And it's been just a few days since Max moved to 6th floor, because Z adds that "you've been there [6th floor] for a whopping 2 days". Then later she yells at Howie. And then she calls S. over for a "booty call"... andverbally attacks him. Mo interrupts them & tells them to "angry dance" & they have a "be patient" talk. S. tells about going to his mom's wedding in LV over the weekend. It's Zoey's "anger day". Day 4: Unknown number of days later. Zoey takes the day off work...for personal reasons. Arranges a nice anniversary dinner for her parents. Leif asks Max to help him move to 6th floor. 
1x11 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. The Clarke's are planning the funeral at the funeral home, then Zoey goes to work...after her day off...and finds out about Leif's move.  Later she tells Mo about her Max issues. Day 2: Unknown number days of later. Max encourages his team for their good work. Max asks Leif if he wants to go get a beer after work (that night). Zoey sees Deb. Joan & Zoey + Max & Leif all go to the karaoke bar. All this happens during the same day. Day 3: Unknown number of days later. Zoey sees Mo change his door lock. Zoey asks Deb to meet with her mom. Joan catches Leif & Tobin secretly exchanging code. Joan talks with Ava & they decide to work together (one big team). Zoey goes to talk with Max on the 6th floor & they make up. Her line "I have spent the last few/several days at a cemetary" confirms that the events of the episode have taken place during a short few day time period. Based on Zs outfit all that happened during the same day. Then Ava fires Max. 
1x12 Day 1: Unknown number of days later. But based on Zoey not knowing Max has been fired & is surprised to see Leif back on 4th floor it's soon after. And Simon being back from his "weekend trip" to LV to be at his mom's wedding...after being away "for a few days"... So it has to be the next work day. So just a day or few days later. And most of the events of the episode happen during the same day, because we start with Zoey singing "bad moon rising" & the day ends with the bad thing happening...her dad dying. So while it seems, at times, that it's several days, it actually seems to ALL happen during that one specific day. Day 2: Several days later. A few days to a few weeks later. The day of the funeral. Everyone sings "american pie"
SEASON 2
2x01
Day 1: Picks up about 1.5 months (45 days) after the funeral (when S1 ended). Mo wakes Z. up, and its her 1st day back at work after the "hiatus". Z. & M. have a coffee talk on the bench & he gives her the "Z(s)hield" ring. Back at work everyone sings "Hello Dolly", she meets George, gets an update from Leif on the dogs & standing desks & everything else, Joan offers her her job. Maggie is dealing with the "financil stuff" all day. Z. finds that her three separate friends have become a trio/best buds now + the “two teams” sing a duet to her & Mo gives her the “champagne problems” talk. Max has an actual idea for a business (but doesn't tell others yet). Zoey helps mom with the password & they find the testimonials videos from Mitch to the family. Day 2: Next day after Day 1, cause Z. says that "mom & I found these videos last night". Z. doesn't have an answer for Joan yet, George sings his heart song. Everyone keeps asking Zoey is she's okay & she's not ready to deal with all/any of it & she asks for it to stop & storms off. Later that day/night Joan comes to see her & tells her about leaving (to Singapore). Seems as if the next scenes happen that same day/night, too: Max visits Mo, they make Crème Brûlées & talk about his new business idea. Zoey  & mom talk about not knowing how to live without Mitch...as they sit on the coach. (how do I live without you...) & David calls them to watch the videos al together in the other room & then they sing "carry on". It's the same day/night ecause Z. & Maggie & David are all wearing the same clothes they did before. Day 3: Unknown number of days later, but soon after Day 2. Zoey tells Leif that she has taken over Joan's job, George thanks her for talkin to Tobin. Mo & Max talk business. Same night...Max comes over to tell Z. about his (and Mo's) new business idea...and that leads to the shipper content... ending. It's just a few days after the previous events of the episode, cause M. says that "I saw you were weirded out the other night when you saw us all hang out at Mo's place"
EXTRA: Since Maggie says she's been "on help mode" for the past 1.5 years, and they found out about Mitch's illness "last year" (about /less than a year before the Pilot episode picks up), then the whole foirst season does take place during a few months, not longer. And if we consider Zoey's comment in 1x11 that "a year ago I would never have imagined this is where I'd be..." tells us that it's been a little less than/around a year since Mitch was diagnosed.
2x02 Day 1: Picks up minutes after where last episode ended. Z. & M. in her childhood bedroom.
SUMMARY: 
So..the whole of S1 took place...if we consider the “time jump” between days within the episodes & between the episodes... took place during a few months. 3-4 months in total (maximum!) if we stretch the breaks between eps to a week to few weeks instead of a few days which it often seems to actually be. 
The events of S1 took place during 3-4 months (minimum 90 days, maximum 120 days... cause based on lines said by the characters, and other things no "timejump” between episodes is longer than a few weeks. Most pick up just days (some just minutes/hours) after last episode ended. 
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sleepywinchester · 4 years
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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 28
Summary: It’s time for JJ to start school but Y/N is not 100% on board. 
Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)
Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.
Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)
Words: 2.1k
Beta: N/A
Warnings: none really :)
Visual:  @clarissafairchild
Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!
We wuv her in this acc but this is just for science lol
Author’s Note: Y/N was definitely not ready to leave JJ at school!!! GUYS 2 CHAPTERS AWAY FROM THE FINAL CHAPTER EVER! How you guys feeling with all these chapters? Send me messages on my ask box!!! I wanna know all the feelings. As always;  hope you guys like this one ♥
>>> side note: these are the last chapters ever i am not adding anyone to the tag list.
Title: First Day’s 
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���We’re late, we’re late, we’re late,” you repeated in whispers as the line of cars didn’t cease. 
It was a rush-hour morning in beautiful Austin Texas. The sky was blue and with no sign of clouds. The cars in front and behind you honked for the line to cut short. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get to their destinations but not you. The location your GPS was directing you wasn’t one you were excited about. Yes, you were late but it was not affecting you as much as it honestly should. 
At the sound of babbling, your eyes went to the rear mirror. They met with JJ’s soft pigtails and her bouncing head at the rhythm of Ariana’s latest hit. 
An incoming call took your eyes away from your daughter and back to the dash. 
“Good morning, babe,” you spoke the second you touched the green icon on your screen. 
You weren’t seeing his face but you imagined the wrinkles of his eyes showing as he smiled. 
“Mornin’ babe,” Jensen said. “How’s it going?”
You let a deep sigh as you hold the steer with both of your hands. 
“Traffic is…,” you stopped yourself from cursing out loud, “bad. I feel like I am in L.A. of how bad this traffic is.  And I honestly do not want to leave her there… It’s too early.” 
“Babe, we talked about this,” Jensen said.
You rolled your eyes, “I know we’ve talked about this but- Jensen… The main reason I literally quit my job was to stay home and take care of JJ.”
“I know but it’s been a year,” Jensen said.
“Has it?” You looked at the screen with doubt.
It hasn’t felt like a year since you retired and weren’t shooting for a TV show. 
“Babe, JJ needs to meet some friends,” your husband reply sounded logical but at that moment you were letting your heart rule over your head. 
“She has Tom and Shep… and soon she’ll have another friend,” you said.
Jensen chuckled softly at the other end of the line. “I know you’re having trouble separating from her after all these months but she needs to learn how to communicate more and learn the colors and letters and just start a normal school journey.” 
You sighed harshly again, slowly giving in to his logical thoughts. 
“What if I homeschool her?” Jensen did not speak a word to your suggestion and you quickly interpret the silence on the line. “Am I being a crazy mom right now?”
“You’re not being crazy…,” Jensen said softly, “I mean, you’re being a little crazy BUT you’re just being a mom. It’s going to be okay, Y/N. I wish I could be there to experience her first day… I love you.” 
A smile formed on your lips, you were having trouble separating from your daughter but Jensen was struggling with the guilt of not being a part of it. 
“JJ, say hi to daddy!” You looked at her. 
She instantly smiled, “Love you, daddy!” 
“Love you too, little bird! Have fun at school!” 
You couldn’t see his face but you knew there was a big bright smile on his face. 
“Love you, babe,” you said, “I will facetime you when we’re there.”
“Alright, we’re on a break from filming so it should be good,” Jensen said. “See ya’.”
You continued to drive towards JJ’s new school. Thanks to your talk with Jensen your nerves had calmed down into the level of not being scared. 
/ / 
You carried JJ as you walked into the school. Her eyes instantly began to wander around the colorful walls. A smile formed on your lips noticing how her eyes sparkled with excitement. 
There were parents all around the halls of the colorful school. You were grateful that you remembered the direction to JJ’s Pre-Head Start classroom from your latest visit to the school, if that weren’t the case, you would have been lost like a first-year student. 
As you walked towards JJ’s classroom, you grabbed your cellphone from your pocket and called Jensen in Facetime. Who picked up the call in a matter of seconds.
“You’re there?” Jensen asked, looking down at the screen. 
“Yep,” you said, realizing you were in front of the classroom. 
“You’re ready little bird?” you asked your daughter.
JJ smiled big, showing her pearls and curiously looking into the colorful classroom. You looked down at the phone and found Jared and Misha had joined the Facetime call. A giggle escaped your insides and you put JJ down on her feet. 
“Now you be good today and have lots of fun,” you said as you fixed her beige skirt and a pink shirt. “Okay, baby girl?”
She nodded with a smile, glancing down at the phone. 
“Hi, Uncle Jared! Hi Uncle Misha!” She greeted them with excitement. “I’m going to school!”
They chuckled and smiled for JJ, “Yes sweetheart! You go have fun!” 
“Baby, have fun and meet a lot of new friends!” Jensen added, “Love you.”
JJ blew her dad a kiss before giving you a kiss on the cheek and then continued to run into the room. Standing up straight you met with the Valery the teacher and smiled. Chatting about today being JJ’s first day at school. 
“Well, I will be back at 3 PM. See you, JJ!” You told her and she waved before going back to play with two new classmates.
“Did she stay okay?” Jensen asked. You nodded, feeling the tears building up in your eyes. “Aw, babe! Don’t cry! Don’t be sad.”
You wiped off the tears, “I am not sad, I am happy - She is just so happy and already making friends. We - we don’t have a baby anymore.”
“She will always be our baby,” he said. 
Once in the car, you took a moment to take deep breaths and get yourself together. 
“Babe, I have to go back to shooting. Are you going to be okay?” Jensen asked.
You gave him a small smile, “Yeah. I’m meeting with Gen for lunch and shopping for the new baby. I’ll text you later.” 
He blew a kiss and winked before ending the call. At that moment all the tears began to run wild, you didn’t know why you were crying so much but you couldn’t hold it back. You were happy for your kid, she was happy and ready to learn new things and start her education but at the same time, it was sad for you to let her go. 
/ / /
It didn’t take you long to arrive at a nice Mexican restaurant in Downtown Austin. Gen was waiting for you by a table with guacamole and chips ready. 
“I am so sorry for being so fucking late,” you said hugging your best friend. 
Gen giggled, “It's no worries. I got here in like 20 minutes.”
You pouted as you sat down and looked at the guac, “That looks so good.”
“It is, that’s my second order,” Gen said with a big unapologetic smile. 
With a giggle, you grabbed a chip and dipped in the guac. “This is amazing!!!” 
“Told you,” she said caressing her pronounced belly. 
You looked down at her seven months old belly. “You’re glowing.”
She smiled, “Thanks. You were right though, I thought having a girl would be a piece of cake after having two boys but girls are a handful in the belly.”
“They just don’t stay in a place,” you said. “JJ would move around my belly 24/7.”
“My girl too! Sometimes I can’t even sleep but… it’s worth it.” Gen said. 
“It is,” you agreed.
You two continued to order and chatting as you munched on the chips and guac. 
“You look like you've been crying,” Gen commented having a sip of her water.
“I was crying, leaving JJ at school left me so emotional,” you told her, feeling a bit of tears trying to push through. “How did you do it with Thomas and Shep?”
Gen chewed and shrugged with a small smirk, “I honestly cried my guts out too. They were so independent and ready to go and I just wasn’t but they were and I think that’s what is important. It's good for them to be ready for life and for new experiences, we just have to be here for when they need us.”
“You should write a book,” you said in awe. “It’s true… even if I am not ready, she is and that means we have done something right.”
“You have,” Gen said, “you and Jensen are the most amazing parents I’ve met and you will continue to be. Yeah,” she shrugged, “it's not always going to go the way you plan but at least it is going somewhere.”
You took a moment to take the words of your best friend. She was right, you needed to go with the flow and let your baby begin her own adventures, these ones starting with school.
“Do you want more?” Gen’s words brought you back from your thoughts.
You looked at her, with confusion in your eyes. “More what?”
“Kids,” she said, having a small sip of her juice. 
Instantly you smiled, “Of course but I’m not planning it.” 
Gen tilted her head and shrugged continuing to eat her meal. You also continued to eat yours. In between you two talked about her future plans for her blog and about future events that will be happening. 
The rest of the evening you guys went baby clothes shopping for the future baby. Everything was so cute and it slightly gave you baby fever. You were excited for the new baby but the thought of having another kid hasn’t crossed your mind but you wondered how Jensen felt about it. 
After the mall you picked JJ up in school and spent a couple more hours with Gen and her boys in the Padalecki household. Your daughter was very happy to spend more time with Tom and Shep. As you and Gen fixed dinner for them, they would play around the house.
“Hey Jules,” JJ greeted your dog as you guys walked into your house.
Instantly JJ began to play with Jules as you put everything in place. 
“JJ, you need to get in the bath,” you said.
Your daughter turned and began to walk upstairs. It wasn’t always that she agreed in the first try to what you asked but it was rare times like this that were perfect. Your phone began to ring inside your bag. 
“I’ll be there in a second, sweetie!” You shouted as you walked towards your bag that was in the kitchen’s island. Once in front of it, you grabbed it and smiled. It was Jensen. 
“Heeeey!” He cheered through the screen.
You let out a chuckle and began your way towards JJ's bathroom. 
“Hey, babe,” you smiled at the camera. “What’s up?”
“I’m at the apartment watching sports. It’s lonely here,” he said.
“Aw,” you walked into the bathroom and JJ was ready for the bath. “I’m prepping JJ’s bath,” with one twist the water began to fill the bathtub. “Say hi to daddy,” you turned the screen towards her.
“Daddy!” JJ exclaimed with excitement.
“Hey little bird!” 
You could listen to your husband smile in his tone. 
“How was your first day in school?” Jensen asked.
She got into the bathtub and began to play with the bubbles and toys. Meanwhile you sat and listened to their conversation about her first day. She told him about how much fun she had with her new friends. JJ liked the teacher and the classroom. 
“What was your favorite thing?” You asked.
JJ took a moment to recap her day inside her mind before answering the question.
“Brownies! Mrs. Dixon had brownies.” 
You chuckled, “of course that was your favorite thing.”
“Did you bring me brownies?” Jensen asked.
She shakes her head saying no, “Mommy and I will make brownies for you, daddy.”
“I love that,” he said with a smile. “Babe?”
“Yes,” you turned the phone towards you.
“I miss you,” his tone was low with a spice of sadness.
“I miss you too,” you replied, “can’t wait for Friday to be here already.” 
He smiled, “I can’t wait either. Call me when JJ goes to bed?”
You smirked, “Will do. JJ say good night to daddy?”
“Good night daddy!” She shouted and followed with giggles. “Love you!”
“I love you too birdie,” Jensen said before hanging up. 
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calliecat93 · 3 years
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Star Trek Episodes 60-63
Spectre of the Gun: So our heroes pissed off an alien force...again, and are punished by being put into the Wild West and taking up the roles of the OK Corral shooting. You know what? At this point after the gangaters, Nazi’s, and Roman gladiators I’m not even gonna question anything anymore. I gotta wonder of they did this episode just to prank Kelley since apparently he’d been in reenactments of the OK Corral during his Western carrer haha. Anyways, it was fine. I’m not really into Westerns, but I’ve seen enough from what my dad used to warch to know what to expect. Acrually it felt more like a deconstruction since those normally put the Wild West in a bit of a glorious light which is VERY much not the case here. Chekov was a freakin’ trip in this episode and it acrually got me when he got shot even though having seen The Motion Picture I knew he came back to life. There’s nothing too notable about the episode, but nothing wrong with it either and it was fun to see the cast in a Wild West setting. Just a nice watch all in all. 3.5/5.
Day of the Dove: Well points are already deducted for the blatant use of brownface. IDK if thus was dome with the Klingons before, but the obvious use here is especially bad both makeup wise and for other obvious reasons. Moving past that, the concept is a decent one. We know of the frictions already between our heroes and the war-seeking Klingons, so sticking them all in one setting and letting the tensions implode due to a third party is a decent idea. Infact, the third party is essentially acting as an influence, altering everyone’s state of mind into further hatred amd madness just to keep fueling that fire, even between their own allies. That’s always a fun concept, although that influence causing Chekov to nealry do... what he did to Mara was... distasteful even if he wasn’t in his right mind. Seeing our heroes, who certainly have their darker urges but normally keep it in check, becoming more hateful even towards each other is... really uncomfortable. I guess this was meant to be an episode against being overwhelemed by hatred, and it did so fine enough. Though the brownface DOES kind of cut into the message. Otherwise, perfectly good episode. I can’t give it a 5 because of the brownface and some fo Shatner’s oveacting as well as feeling we disn’t get a proper wrapup at th end, but I can still give it a decent rating. 4/5.
For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky: McCoy centric episode! Yay! So... our doctor has conducted a terminal illness that has no cure. IDK what xenopolythemia is, but regular polythemia is a blood cancer. I’ve both lost family to cancer and seen the general paint hat it and treatment does to them, so... yeah. Of course McCoy’s symptoms are just his body beind weak, which kinda sucks since there was a lot of potential here for an emotional story (though tbf it’s likely early symptoms since he was just diagnosed), especially since it’s the caregiver being sick and needing to be cared for. But they decided to use it to have him get with an alien prieestess because he doesn’t have even a year left to live.. which tbf given what I’ve read on his backstory since the show never got into it, it DOES make sense for him and I guess it was his turn after Kirk and Spcok’s flings with women (McCoy’s only other time was back in the start of S1), but still. It wasn’t done basly, I fully understood why he’d make that choice since if he’s gonna die in a year, he should be able to have it with someone who’d care for him and Natira genuinely does and he still made sure that Kirk and Spock would be able to get out safely. Kelley did a lovely job with his performance this episode and it made McCoy’s decisions and thoughts very clear, and me having looked up his backstory probably helped me feel for him more than I would have otherwise. And because of the episodic nature, we got an easy way out. I guess I’m just disappointed at the waste of potential, but the episode is overall fine. Standard at this point, but perfectly fine. It did a good job making McCoy feel weakened and Kirk and Spock’s concern for him was really sweet. Spock holding onto McCoy’s arm after beind told was genuinely touching. It was a nice episode and I enjoyed it especially since it focused on my favorite character, I just felt it could have done more and the thing that helped the episode feel stornger was essemtially supplementary meterial (albiet canon material) and is just an okay episode if one doesn’t know it. 3.5/5.
The Tholian Web: Our heroes find a starship where all the people have killed each other via mental delusion... man that happens a lot, huh? Yeah it feels a little too similar to Day of the Dove, which was just two episodes ago especially with Chekov being the first to lose it. We also have them losing Kirk... again, though they make the wise decided to keep his fate in the dark and this time it truly looks like this is it for him (it’s not, but still) as Spock tries to retrieve him despite putting the ship more at risk. Pretty illogical, huh? Haha! This was good because we get to see how the crew reacts with him gone,a nd then when declared dead, without the audience alreayd knowing that he’s fine, which helps us feel for them as we’re as uncertain as they are. The highlight here is Spck and McCoy as with Kirk deemed dead, the one that keeps them together and the mental influence isn’t helping especially on McCoy’s end. Spock is trying to get Kirk back while McCoy wants to get out due to the crew having psychotic episodes due to remaining. The two come into conflict as per usual but without Kirk there, that sense of compromise is gone. Then the two see the message that Kirk recorded specifically for them in the event of his death, telling them to trust and help each other and their reactions after it especially hit hard. It shows how much Kirk knows and trusts the two and he knows that they can go on without him... which given that it’s canon that he’s the first to die for real among them (sorta... and depressing since Shatner is the only one of the trio still alive... wow I made myself sad), is even more heartwarming in hindsight. It was a really good episode and the ending got a good giggle out of me. But it was good to see what happens when Kirk is out of the equation, and how Spock and McCoy can go forward and work together with mutual respect. Excellent episode! 5/5.
I thought about doing five today... but I just wasn’t feeling it. But after a mediocre start, we got a pretty good round of episodes this time. Not as good as S2 (aside from the last one, that one was fantastic), but perfectly fine. Will that continue? Fifteen more to go folks, we’ll find out soon enough.
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Vulnerable
Author’s note: 
Thank you all very much for all the support, reblogs, heart and kinds words that you give to me. I can’t call this a christmas gift, but I really hope that you like it and this small oneshot is able to light up your day! ‘w’)s2
Just like all the random ideias this came when I was doing chorus, because, of cooooourse my brain wouldn’t give me a plot when I’m free and with time to write. xDDD
Just a bunch of fluff with all the Light Sides atke caring of Virgil. I love to write these scenarios. sorrey words. No angst today. xP
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Logan. However, tickling isn’t the main plot this time. xP
* Hmmm… This is a fluff fanfic with liking for tickling. If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of lovelys and fantastic arts in this site!! ‘u’).
* Something around 4000 words. -w-)b.
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!
* Fanfics em português brasileiro (Portuguese Version) ! Thank you so much for reading, my lollipops! Have a wooooonderful day regardless it’s festive or not! Take care of yourself and of your family, friends... Everyone who is dear for you!  Byeioo!~
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Vulnerable.
 This was a bittersweet word. Maybe a little too much bittersweet. It was that set of letters that provoked a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. That kind of set that if he asked to Logan to define it, would receive a very different answer from the one that he really felt to be the real one.
 Weak.
 He remembers his first days living with the others on the Light Side: spending a lot of time in his room, crackled his fingers with worrying frequency every time he got out from his place and ended up interacting with someone; was always fearful and, when this fear became almost impossible to maintain or hides and someone addressed him a word, the purple lover showed his personality abruptly, with rough and sharp words. The feelings beating, counting the seconds to see how much time it would last until they expelled him from there, because one thing was extremely certain:
 “ – I-I can’t understand. – His voice came out in a mix of tiredness and anger, sparkling almost as hard as his sharp, frustrated look. – Why do all of you still doing this? Why are keeping me here? Why don’t you kick me out? Why pretend that I never did anything wrong?? – His voice stuck in his throat before he could release the main question, that one which made his heart hurt for keep it for so long.
 ‘Why do you treat me like family?’
 - You are an essential part for Thomas’ welfare. – The voice from the logic aspect echoed in the room occupied only by the two sides. In truth, initially it was only for Virgil to be there. However, Logan just settled down a few inches away from the first one, a book in hands and deaf ears for the growl that came from the mouth of the anxious aspect. – Your vigilant and awareness about the reality’s state helps him to keep his two feet on the ground. Something that I am grateful.
 And then he elevates his glare, taking by surprise the pair of brown eyes, which quickly deviated his attention to the wall, before hearing the phrase that let out from the other lips, in a definitely softer tune.
 - None of us is perfect. We never were.
 Virgil felt his body relaxes with relief. Absolutely against his desire.
  He was not like any of them.
 It took a few days for these first reactions to fade little by little. The urge to flee decreased and the frequency he went out increased. He stopped to throw out sharp and rough words to speak less often. He would let himself fall in the steps of the stair and stayed there watching his phone and listening music. Much because it was his favorite hobby, and part because as this he could easily observed (and mot of time unnoticed) the Light Sides interacting.
  “- Hey, easy there. – Warm, loving hands gently held his own, and Virgil controlled his first instinct to retreat and flight, quickly recognizing Patton’s voice and gestures. Was it weird that in such short time he already could recognize each of them? By their voice’s timbre, way to walk, the position they had around him… Would it be weird if some day they knew that he already was aware about of all this? – You will end hurting yourself, son. – As the one who wears glasses spoke, he untangled Virgil’s fingers, since the purple lover was crackling them in five different ways since the beginning of the movie, when he was called to join the Family Movie Night.
 The paternal side has a special skill to utter more than words said, and Virgil felt his ears burn with the blush that hit his face when he realized how deep, delicate and affectionate that phrase was.
 - I am not your son. – Complained in a mix of grumbled and growl that only could be researched and pronounced with a lot of training. Patton laughed and intertwined one of their hands, the other one being free to ruffle the hair strands of the anxious side, who falsely angry puffed, breaking free from the touch.
 - Sure you’re not, Hamilson! – Roman smiled brightly, extremely happy and proud for the reference utilized by the heart’s representation. Logan seemed be the only one who really was paying attention on the movie, and soon Virgil joined him.
 Partly because the plot was really interesting and part because he wanted to ignore the sense of comfort emanating from his hand, which would be totally separated from Patton’s one if it wasn’t for the two little fingers that still tangled. Again, absolutely against his desire.
  And, with the pass (a little more) of time (his own time) he changed from the stairs to the couch and started to do the chores by the morning and not just at dawn, when the others were away or asleep. He also began to smile more from Patton’s dad jokes and the little fights between a Logan without coffee and a sleep-drunk Roman, who didn’t stopped to summon the most eccentrics possible (and impossible) things in the kitchen.
 Virgil began to feel equally comfortable listening to his songs even when he forgot/lost/gave up to find his headphones, and, as a thank you, didn’t complained about the 150 stories and/or performances Roman created based in each one of the lyrics. Even if those didn’t have much of that bitter taste from angst that makes the whole climax even more interesting, in his opinion.
 Just as he felt free to lean against the back of Logan’s armchair, reading over his shoulders when realized that the one who wears tie enjoyed some book about astronomy, since the theories about of how the Universe and everything with it emerged, were too precious to leave the shame kept him from reading.
 The sporadic jumpscares from the logical side as he became suddenly aware about the other’s presence were equally appreciated.
 And, in the end, Virgil relaxed and lowered his guard enough to take a nap when Patton sat at besides him on the couch, either to try ‘just one more!’ of the thousands of handworks that he so much loved, or just to lay down his legs after a particularly hard day on the kitchen. Sometimes he would woke up when the paternal side softly pulled him to rest his head in his shoulder or lap (depending on how much both were sprawled out in the furniture), running his fingers through his purple hair from time to time. Sometimes humming something while working or sometimes let himself lean on Virgil for a small nap, too.
  “Thomas yawed and it might seem, to anyone who watched from the outside, that he covered the other’s mouth, due how suddenly his voice stopped to excitedly fulfill the air.
 - You are tired. – It wasn’t a question. Virgil could not detect the very tone of voice that stuffed his sentence. – You should go to sleep.
 The bed where both were resting shifted a little as the human turned to see the hours before undoing the action until he could stare the purple lover aspect.
 - It’s still early. Logan said that I should stay away from the cellphone for half an hour before bed.
 No answer.
 - Come on… - Thomas replied, his supplicant voice mingled with that puppy eyes that should have been considered a cheating so scandalous until the point to have laws to forbidden them. Virgil began to feel his barriers falling. Damn it. – You know you’re the only one who has enough persistence to keep me from picking up my phone and start to watch animals being cute.
 The one on the hoodie growled.
 - Logan also told me that the yawning is a sign that the body is attempting to stay awake, which means that your theories are so interesting that I am really trying hard to hear any and every bit o-
 - Okay, okay!! – He prevented the other from completing his phrase, covering his mouth and rolling his eyes to the laughter that hit its moments later. – Just, stop with this… sentimental stuff. Urg. – And then withdrew his hand, both turning to face the ceiling of the room, seeing more than could actually explain. – So, where were I? Oh, yes. And that is why, if the aliens remained in the area 51 and it really was in Earth, the time travel…
 …
 And for some time they slept, but, as always, Virgil found himself slightly waking up when he felt the other’s arms wrap him in a firm and affection mixture that had probably taken training and time to research; and, even more surprisingly, the side on hoodie didn’t felt himself pushing him away or sinking to his own room, and yes relaxing and sighing comfortably. Soon allowing his eyes to close and both fall back into the Dream World.
 It took a little longer to feel that he really could lower his guards. Talked more, without fear of being inconvenient, wander by the entire Mental Palace like a lost soul (he was really proud of the amount of jumpscares he manage to get from the family), sporadically visited the others sides  to chat (but only when he was sure that they were in their room and in rare moments, just as he wished it were visits to his own room); and, finally, starting to realize, step by step, memory by memory, fight to fight, discussion to discussion and intern joke to intern joke which Patton’s card, the debates with Logan, the pranks with Roman and the conversation with Thomas mean.
 Which meant being in a famILY.
 Which meant being able to be vulnerable, to be himself, to allow himself to be attacked at any time, by acts or words, just for the simple and liberating fact that none of them would do so, and vice versa. Perhaps happened to exists some bruises, however never really wanting to.
 “- You never showed me your room before. – Virgil uttered, part afraid to bring this subject up, but the other part, the most insistent, being too much curious to let the doubt arrested himself. His feet played, submerged in the water of the small river that crossed this part of the room belonging to the creative side.
- Maybe because you never seemed like a nature lover…? – The prince answered with a touch of doubt, as he wasn’t very sure about his own statement. In the end he shrugged, which was a little weird, since he was floating and keeping himself in the same place between the river flows by an only vine tangled in his wrist.
 - Fair. So, you’re the type that is carried away by the appearances, huh?
 - What!?? – With the fright, Roman almost lost his balance, trying to sit up before remembering that he was in the middle of water and not on a solid surface. For a moment everything became a mess of water being splashed to any and every possible direction, something that would worries the purple side, if it didn’t took more than a few seconds to the creativity side stabilize himself again, staring him as he has been slapped in the face.  – Pardon me?? I am the romantic side! Nothing to me is more important than the soul, the essence, the heart! ~
Virgil was almost sure that it was some flirt in this sentence, which wouldn’t be such a surprise, since it was almost countless all the times Roman flirted with every side who simply happened to pass for him.  The battle between him and Deceit remained as a historical mark in the Mind Palace.
 - Mh hm. – Virgil replied, the sarcasm flying from his tongue with an incredible facility, something that the member of royalty was plenty used to. – Just a sec that I’m gonna be right back after fake that I believe in you.
 - Take the chance and give me my cellphone to call and cancel that intimacy that you think you have with me. – The sharp look released by the one using eyelashes matched with his royal teasing smile. It took a while, as everything else in life, but both finally had researched a point where they knew the limits to play and teasing. Not everything was always clear as water (Ok. Maybe he needs to decrease his time with Patton.) however, one day the two would get there.
 Roman began to suspect when, instead to answer with acid words; the purple lover really got his phone and started to type something. He swam closer to the margin.
 - Hey, Roman. What does “Aqui esta mi numero” mean?
- … Heres my number. – Virgil gave what would have been one last click on the screen of his device, and then, from the prince’s pocket, a sound exploded echoing through all the room.
 - SO CALL ME BABY!!! HEY, I JUST MET YOU, AND IT’S CRAZY!
 The representation of creativity probably would jump something around five feet from the ground if he wasn’t in the river. With clumsy hands and several incoherent half-curses, even more inaudible amid the song and Virgil’s laugh, he took some great time before finally refuse the call, stopping 90% the sound, since the one on hoodie stilled laughing.
 - Ha! Jokes on you, Stormcloud! I do adore ‘Call Me Baby’!
 The purple lover pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, before staring at him with a smirk shining in his face.
 - So, why all the fuzz to hush i- WOW! HEY! – The currents protests was due the vines wrapped his sides, seconds before drop him the water. The prince knew about the other’s swimming skills, so, his only concern was just laughing at his mate.
 - ROMAN! – He emerged, a dangerous look glooming and leading a shiver rand down Roman’s spine and a nervous smile spread over his face. All his expression has an only message: - Run.
 Survive Advice: If the aspect of Fight and Flight tells you to run, you run. Even if you’re in the water.”
  It was about this same time he began to have these dreams, that sweet dreams, which, when you woke up, don’t feel a heavy feeling in the chest but a peace. Those dreams which he would wake up happy, refreshed, ready to open his eyes and feel joy for liking his reality. That kind of dream that was important enough to remember. Most of this kind of dreams involved the three light sides, along with Thomas.
 Due this, there was no way he would leave his room is if he was sleepy. Remus had once confirmed to him that he really did speak in he sleep, and Virgil didn’t wanted to risk the others obtained this knowledge in the most cliche and weird way possible.
 Which would be soooo much easier if Thomas wasn’t going back to the habit of sleeping at F I V E   AM in the days he considered himself on a break.
 Nevertheless, sure, nothing in his existence was easy, was it?
 So, the second the purple lover opened his heavy eyes, he was aware of four thing in the exactly same time:
 1º - He wasn’t in his room.
 2º - A blanket covered him.
 3º - His mouth was dry.
 4º - He had no idea about what time it was.
 Trying to remove the remnants from the nap rubbing his eyes, the representation of anxiety went into the kitchen, soon coming back with a glass of water and sat on the couch, thinking how pleasant his dream had been and that he should soon write down all the details to not forget the butterflies in tummy, which still persisted until now.
 - You talk in your sleep. – It was not a question. It was a statement. Virgil almost dropped his phone, his body paralyzing for a second, the memories running fast and clear through his brain. Soft touches, smiles, that unbearable and yet so good sensation in his skin…
 Laughter.
 His face automatically burned as if he was making a tomato cosplay. With little struggling a look, part relaxed and part nervous, took over his expression.
 - Is that so? Did I said something? – Took a sip of water. It wasn’t cold enough to soothe the heat that still covered his cheeks and not hot enough to dispel the cold in his belly.
 - Affirmative. – Logan adjusted his glasses; putting the bookmarker before close the book and delicacy sets its aside in the coffee table. – Interesting, indeed; and enlightening.
 Curse the day that the one who wears tie began to love mystery books and now liked to talk in codes. Who does he think he is? Yoda?? Virgil almost frowned for irritation, but wouldn’t let himself be carried away by the other’s, who carefully observed Virgil calmly lay in the couch with his phone (turned off, that’s true) in hands, game.
 - I wouldn’t define a dream like that. – Retaliated with a grin. – They aren’t the best example of logic, you know?
 - I do not believe it is more about the dream itself, and yes, what it represents. – It wasn’t his impression, Logan did approached some inches. Virgil’s muscles tensed. – Many times, due being from the human’s subconscious, the dreams can capture things that usually the own conscious mind don’t even realize. Unnoticed memories, ancient facts that seemed been forgotten… - Little break. The representation of Fight and Flight felt the blush increased. He knew. He knew, he knew he knewheknewheknewheknew!! And even worse, he knew that Virgil knew. The purple lover felt a smile starting to struggle to open in his mouth. – Unvoiced wishes.
 The aspect on hoodie jumped from the couch in a millisecond, his mind clouded by the nervousness and euphoria, which started to took over his being just for the unspoken words. Logan knew about his dream. His secret desire that, even being relaxed and adapted and feeling loved around them, he wasn’t told to anyone yet.
 Tickling.
 The aspect of ‘Fight or Flight’ does not trip, Virgil was sure, however, the quickly approaching ground questioned his belief and, when his body collapsed on it and he turned to prevent Logan, realized too late that the said already has sat on his legs, an atypical smile in his face.
 - Don’t. You. Dare. – Half smiling, half defensive. The one on hoodie attempted unsuccessfully to break free, until when those words came out from the other’s lips:
 - Only if you are comfortable with that.
 Maybe it was for the certainty with which this sentence was said, or the affection it represented, or the worry that showed, or even the dream he had before and the chase that made each one of his ticklish spots euphorically tingle with just the thought of fingers wriggling on them.
 Maybe it was even for the sincerity and calm in his glare, as if he had said nothing much. Virgil opened his mouth for some seconds, but no sound came out. His eyes met with the hand on his ribs, the sensation to feeling they still being more unbearable than imagining them moving. His entire face blushed, which he tried to hide on his shoulders.
 - Whatever.
 An amused puff was the only answer from the logic side before his fingers scratched Virgil’s neck, leading the purple lover released a light squeal and pulled his face out of the hiding place, trying to protect the attacked spot. The tickles stopped, which made him open his, almost frustrated, eyes just to find Logan simply wriggling his fingers meticulously in the air, right above his skin, going from a spot to another while spread amount of electrics shivers through his nerves
 - I wonder where I should start the experiment… Should I go up and down? Focus in just one spot? Maybe one per time should be the ideal, since you seem be too ticklish in everywhere… - Virgil began to squirm, stopping in the last second with as a frustrated grumble pushed from his mouth. Knowing the representation of the knowledge and curiosity, these wonders were true. However, the smirk growing in his expression make him doubt about that.
 After sometime, Virgil opened his mouth, ready to ask for him do something (anything!), which showed to be a bad choice, since in that very minute the fingers met his ribs and a quick giggle let out his mouth, didn’t finding any barrier to stop it. The struggle from the purple lover (and, as it seems, tickle lover, too) to escape becoming a little stronger.
 - Nahahahahaha!! Lohohohgan!! – The fingers were making circular motions in the upper ribs. First giving attention to just one, then two, then three then... This before his mind get completely messed and he felt the tem fingers hiking his ribs. – NAHAHAHAHA – Uuuuup. – Wahahahahahahahait! – Dooooown. – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT– Up it goes. – TheheheheheHEHEHEheheHEHEHEheHEHE!! – And now he went up and down and in random patters, focusing in just one side before presenting the same treatment to the other. Virgil hugged himself as tightly as he could, seeking prevent his arms to stop the feeling.
 - This sounds like a good place. – The logical aspect continued, his calm and stable voice being betrayed by his playfully (and a little bit crazy, it’s important to mention) painted grin. His hands stopped, moving away from Virgil and giving him time to take some sips of air and struggle to not melt in giggles that escaped from his lips. Logan held one of his hands, delicately pushing it up. – Nevertheless I ask to myself how it going to be with this so well hidden spot.
 - Lohohohohohgan! Nohoho! W-wahahahahahahait! – His face was bright by how huge was his smile, almost as luminously as the sparkle in his glare. The one who (always)  wears tie (and sometimes a unicorn onesie) slightly ned his head, his free hand entering under the hoodie and giving small light squeezes in each one ribs where he slowly walked by, generating a series of laugh intercalated by squeaks and quick jumps. He tried to free his wrist from the other’s hold.
 - Yes, Virgil? Is there something that you want to tell? – The purple side, who had the blush spread to his neck, just shook his head, without being able (or not wanting to) pronounce anything. His nose winkled and his eyes were lightly shouted down, maybe having the conciseness that the dark made him even more sensitive. ~
 Logan began to trace with an only finger irregular patterns in his armpits, happily watching him curl up a little and put even more effort to lower his arm.
 -Plehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahase!!
 - Do you want me to speed up? Alright.
 And then all the five tickler fingers attacked all at once. Scratching, poking, wriggling, drumming and exploring every little piece of researchable skin to tickle from the other.
 - LohohohoGAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahaHAHAhaha!!! – Now, the laughter danced more freely and in a higher flow. Logan keep the tickles for a few more minutes, switching between armpits and upper ribs. Since not know the next step seemed essential to get more shrieks and high-pitched laugh.
 The logic side retreated, letting the representation of ‘Fight or Flight’ finally lower his arm and curl up, the laugh coming back to little sporadic giggles. When he opened his eyes again, Virgil faced a long dark-blue feather millimeters away from his bellybutton. His glare met Logan’s, noticing how equally his expression was with that crazy scientists, and wondering, for that brief moment, how his own expression looked like.
 “Like a light.” Logan would answer if he had the ability to read the other’s mind. “Because it looks like capable to light the darkest night.”
 “And…”
 - NononononO!
 He wriggled the feather into Virgil’s navel, who practically jumped with the sensation that hit without any warning his body.
 “He certainly would be a warning to a thunder, or even the coming storm.”
 All his nerves and instincts were laughing. Virgil was absolutely sure about that while his mind became a messy cloudy of laugh and happy tears accumulating in his eye’s corner. His smile went ear to ear and it was really impressive that Logan haven’t been hurled by the strength which he squirmed. The laugh reverberated in his chest and filled him with enjoy.
  “An adorable storm, indeed.”
 He stopped, because the loud sound could attract the others and the most rational side doubted this was something that the one on hoodie would like to. Give him some more to breath.
 - My gohohohohohohohohohosh… - He still squirming slightly, wiping some small fallen tears. – Yohohohou arehehehehe ruthlehehehehehess, right?  
 - I believe that I was quite carried away by the experiment. – He lifted up the feather, unaware about the electric shivers running Virgil’s spine just by this movement. – I suppose that you enjoy light tickles as well, am I right? Would the neck be a good spot for this?
 Virgil didn’t answered for a few moments, ultimately agreeing with a quick nod, and feeling the other rise from his, now numbs, legs. Logan readjusted himself by his side, letting the feather softly dance on his neck, tracing his jaw, which trembled for the small chuckles that escaped from the said, until this spot behind his ear, which made him release gaps of laughter.
 In the end, Logan got up, going towards the coffee table to recall his book, before coming back together with the glass of water in hands, quickly handing over to the purple side, who still couldn’t erase the euphoric wobbly smile from his face. Seconds of comfort silent permeated between both. Virgil fight against which its representation before breaking it.
 - Thank you.
 Logan blinked, a bit surprised, before nodding, putting the feather in his pocket and letting a small smile took over his mouth.
 - I’m glad for we share this… bounding moment. It was quite pleasant.
 - Seriously?
 - Sure.
 - Well it was… pleasant for me, too.
 Quick smiles. Happy glares.
 - Don’t ever talk about this with anyone! Not even about the dream! – Sibilated.
  - I’m afraid to not know what you’re talking about. – And the one who wears tie left the room, his amusing sentence still floating in the air. Virgil couldn’t help but smile one more time, absolutely against his desire, sure.
 Vulnerable.
 Now he understood the sense that this word could assume when surrounded by the right people.
 Trust.
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